The Walking Dead Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

"It's not easy from the start because I'm a werewolf, and he's a vampire. We're both from different worlds but then love connected us. It was love that brought us here. Who would have thought that this could ever happen? The peculiar love between a werewolf and a vampire continues to bloom forever and ever." Cassandra closed her journal and put her pen down. "Mommy!" her bubbly five years old son yelled while her husband was chasing after him. Cassandra looked at her treasures and smiled. She couldn't wish for more because she has them in her life: her Sebastian and their son, Apollo. THE END

Her boobs could be seen in their full glory. Wade started the car and they talked along their way. They didn’t know where they were heading. Their drive had no destination. It was just a late night romantic drive. “Pull over Wade. I want to feel the rain.” Dara uttered. “You’ll get sick.” “I’m a werewolf. I won’t.” “Right. Werewolves already are the sickest creatures in the entire universe.” Wade laughed. “Huh you haven’t yet changed. You still tease a lot.” Dara made a sad face.

I asked. “That’s what we need to find out, why go to all the trouble of taking these people, wiping their minds and giving them a new life?” “As bizarre as it sounds we’ve got our hands full with this vampire thing and Ryder’s wife is pregnant,” Felix said. “There could be a link you know, between our cases,” Wentworth suggested. “Only you would see a link,” I said. “Think about it, you’ve got wolves turning vampires into zombies, someone wiping people’s memories and giving them new ones,” Wentworth said.

Hecate declared. The word transformation pressed forward in my mind. “Yes, you will go through a transformation, one that will change you from mortal to immortal,” Visha replied to the thought in my head. Of course, she can read my mind, I said with an internal giggle. “Wait, immortal! But I will outlive Max and my son,” I questioned in panic. “The blessings we will grace you with will include an option for us to gift your son with immortality when he reaches the age of eighteen. Max is a werewolf, and werecreatures are granted exceptionally longer lives than humans, super strength, fast healing, and some extra abilities. However, as you know, they are not immortal like the vampires, fae, an

There was a guy walking across the street, his face buried in his phone. I sighed and shook my head. These humans and their terrible addiction to their phones. A grim smile appeared on my face before I vamped to him and sank my teeth in his veins. His phone dropped from his hands and his body shook nx convulsed. When I felt him dying, I left him and bit my wrist, bringing my wrist to his mouth and feeding him my blood so he could heel.

Stuard said, closing the distance between them. They began to kiss passionately, stepping over the fresh corpse on the floor as if it were a piece of discarded furniture. They were a pair of truly mad vampires.

You have to choose: save them or save yourself. The dining hall was filled with pack members eating breakfast. I spotted Damien at Alpha's table, deep in conversation with Gamma Lucas. He looked up as I approached, his face softening. "There she is. Feeling better?" "Much better, thank you," I sat, accepting the plate brought to me. We were halfway through breakfast when the dining hall doors opened. Honeysuckle and ambition. Vivian. I looked up slowly as Vivian Cross walked in with her father, Beta Cross of Shadowpine Pack. She was beautiful: honey-blonde hair, green eyes, a figure-hugging dress. She moved with practiced confidence.

The thinned bloodline within me trembled under this pressure, with every breath I took carrying a searing pain. Jordan calmly looked at the Gamma, who was walking over slowly. His handsome features had no cracks whatsoever—only a trace of irritation and detachment at the unwelcome disturbance. Those deep, captivating eyes I once adored were now cold enough to freeze me to the bone. "Gamma, this she-wolf has some mental issues." His voice was low and magnetic as always, but now every word he said was ice-cold. He pointed at me and spoke in a nauseating, condescending tone that showed his so-called consideration. "That's Sasha Calhoun, the sister of my future mate. Ever since her mate was fel

The only difference was a tiny tail. That tiny tail told Felix that Leonardo wasn't a pure Malevolent Phantom, nor was he fully human. He was a hybrid, as Donna had called them. He was born from the union of a human and a Malevolent Phantom. But Felix preferred to call them crossbreeds. When Xena had first brought up the possibility, Felix had asked Donna about it. Under specific conditions, if certain criteria were met, it was possible for a Malevolent Phantom and a human to not only conceive a child but also merge souls in the process, resulting in a crossbreed.

“They believed me.” “Good,” I murmured. “Keep their attention entertained. Let the crossmen dance with their shadows.” I leaned forward. “You have been busy.” I watched the way her throat worked as she swallowed. She didn’t speak, but everything in her said more than words could. “The Brotherhood of Cross is doing more than jitter and paranoia,” she said at last. “They are experimenting. The notes I intercepted last night suggest a shift from direct assault to biochemical enhancement. A virus called Virus Meth,its effect is to make walkers feral, to erase reflection.”