The Walking Dead Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

"Don't get mad, pretty boy. The show is just starting. Werewolves are born-natural wolves while Lycans are wolves bitten or created from experiments. I bet you don't even know that Sasha is a Lycan and she's starting to turn." So, it was true. She was indeed transforming and I haven't been there for her. How hard it must have been having to deal with such confusion. I'm a worthless father. I should have done better. "Right, you didn't know. You were so busy snatching territories that you didn't pay attention to your own family!" He kicked Cross in the stomach. "I'm going to enjoy turning this one into a punching bag," he kicked him again and again. Cross didn't respond since he was totally k

“Shane, what is going on?’’ Emandra turned to her brother who looked like he had so much to say. “‘You won't believe this, but the enemy has been closer than we all knew it from the very start. The Andersons are mixed.’’ Chase and emandra stared at him, not sure what he was talking about. ‘’What are you saying?’’ Alpha Chase asked impatiently. ‘’Mr. Anderson has been married to a vampire all this while and their daughter Sofia Anderson is a ..’’ ‘’hybrid’’ Emandra completed his words. Enzo was listening, he did not know when the coffee mug left his hands, but the shattering sound was enough to wake up Paris from sleep. ‘’We are fucked’’ Enzo cursed. ‘’The great war is just within the horizon

Among them, one individual stood out above the rest – Athdal, a young hybrid of vampire and werewolf blood. Athdal was a rare breed, born of a forbidden union between a vampire and a werewolf. His very existence defied the laws of nature, making him a target for both his own kind and those who sought to maintain the status quo. Yet, despite the dangers that surrounded him, Athdal had managed to carve out a life for himself in Orleana. He was the leader of a pack of hybrids, a group of individuals who, like him, bore the traits of both vampires and werewolves.

He wants to be the one to finish it, to come back with a story for the others. I ignore him for now, sweep the rest of the faces. Tessa, my left hand, stands with her arms crossed, jaw set. Her hair’s tied tight, eyes blacker than the tree line. She’s never questioned an order in her life, but I see the way her fingers flex, measuring the distance to the forest’s shadow. She wants it over, wants blood on the snow so she can relax. She’s reliable that way. “Wren Cade,” I say. The name hangs in the air, fogs, then vanishes. “Turned last night. First transformation tonight.”

*"She clawed her way out. She remembers the name you buried." Eden lifts the key, its frost melting into his scarred palm. "Where?" The wolf dissolves, its final whisper scraping my skull. *"The Crossroads. Where all debts collect."* --- The Crossroads festers beneath the wastes like a poisoned root. We descend into a derelict subway station, its tiles slick with black mold, fluorescent lights flickering over walls papered with missing-person posters-each one Eden's face, dates spanning centuries. The heart seethes. *"Her obsession is *pathetic*."*

he says, then takes my hand and we walk out of the bedroom. Church and Xenia have Entwined. Xenia is now a vampire after my brother nearly killed her. My brother, who I didn’t even spare another thought to after killing him. Sometimes this emotion switch thing comes in handy, especially when I’m doing something I’m not comfortable with. But Matthew would never have seen things my way; he would have been worse than our father.

They were prepared to embrace their true selves and indulge in the passions that had long been suppressed, creating a bond that transcended the boundaries of their extraordinary existence. Together, they stepped into the unknown, ready to unlock a world of pleasure and connection that awaited them, no longer held back by fear or hesitation. As their lips met in a passionate embrace, they embarked on a new chapter of their relationship, guided by love, trust, and an unquenchable desire for one another. In the embrace of the night, Chloe and Jonas surrendered themselves to the depths of their desires, exploring the uncharted territory of their newfound identities. As werewolf and reaper, their

Nina smiled as he looked at the tombstone with Amber Hudson engraved on it. “I miss her.” “I miss her too.” Lane kissed Nina's forehead. ~ The night was long and distant. The moon was at its peak, giving off the brightest rays and flourishing the earth with its glow. “I'm Cataleya Drew. The witch who created the first vampires and werewolves. I've returned. Powerless, but I'm going to find a way to put an end to what I created. The O'Connors, the Salvadors, and the Graysons will suffer at my feet because I'm going to bring them to their very end. I always find a freaking way.” Cataleya's lips stretched into a smirk as she walked on the tarred road. It was midnight. The town was still and ser

He wonders if something happened in his home. He texts the pack mates to gather the pack hey need to search and spy on the Juleniles and Danbracks they need to know the house of the cross and roses that coven of bhampirs that are associated with werewolfs and have cohabited with them and produced Mixed in which weren't look up on since they are a breed that shouldn't exist since they aren't as accepted as gay people are. AFTER THE SAID MEETING OF THE PLAN " Okay Alpha, whats the plan here" Cassandra one of Theos closest pack mate childhood friend and the most trusted after Kai