The Walking Dead Fanfiction Crossover の小説・ストーリー

I could face anything. So, I followed Alpha Solomon, determined to find out the truth. But as I looked back, I saw the werewolves still watching me, their eyes full of mystery. What was waiting for me at the end of this journey? **** As I followed Alpha Solomon down to his chambers, my heart raced with anticipation. Every step I took seemed to echo in the huge stone hallway. I had never seen anything like it before. The walls were covered in intricate tapestries, and the floors were made of polished marble. Everywhere I looked, I felt like I was in a dream.

I was glad that he was no longer mad at me and that he had in fact, joined Ryan and Zade to look for me. He said; “I think she’s still in shock. Let’s take her out of here!” At his orders, Zade wrapped his arms around me and then picked me up in bridal style. I had almost, for a nanosecond forgotten that he was a vampire until I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt that chill… that weird coldness that was always associated with him. Another thing that snapped me back to reality was that one minute, we were in my cell and the next, we were outside, waiting by the car while Ryan and Xavier struggled to catch up to us.

"Firstly, I want you to know that your dad and I love you and no matter what happens, we love you very much. And remember that you are the best thing to happen to us and that you are not a mistake, no matter what happens." I don’t know why they are telling me this but I don’t like the sound of this at all. It sounded to me like something foreboding was going to happen. Mom continued, "There is a group called the Revenants. They are the oldest living werewolves in history, descended directly from Cain." "You mean Cain in the bible?" I have always thought that bible character was a myth. "That exact one." She nodded. "What do they want with me?" "It's because of something you dad and I did man

I thought of how he had looked, lying lifeless in an abandoned parking lot, beside Valerie, with two fang holes in his neck, and Valerie -- Valerie the girl I had met only once and fallen in love with. I had argued with the cops, tried to explain to them that the bite holes on their necks were not mere prank, that those were Vampire bite marks, but the cops had dismissed my claims as those of a distressed teenager. But being a Werewolf myself, and soon go be Alpha, I knew. I knew that humans shared the earth with more super human people than they could imagine, and just one of those set of people made it their lives goal to exterminate the human race.

A world that had gone mad with infection and cruelty. The virus had spread faster than anyone could have predicted. Emma had heard the whispers back in Sterling Creek, the broken reports from the north and east: packs collapsing, towns disappearing overnight, entire regions locked down in quarantine until those walls, too, fell. It wasn’t just werewolves anymore. Humans had started to mutate as well. Whatever Mason Laurent had created had gone beyond science.

"The King of the Abyss! The Lord of Nightmares! He took one look at a pair of socks and his soul left his body!" Damon and Nathaniel ran up the stairs, having seen the torches go out. They stopped when they saw the scene: Vincent passed out on the floor, Alessia crying with laughter and fear, and Félix holding a tiny black bootie in the air like a trophy. "What happened?" Damon barked, his hand on his axe. "Was it a psychic attack? An assassin?" "Worse," Félix wheezed, clutching his stomach as he laughed. "It’s a human-wolf hybrid! The shadows are having a baby, Damon! Vincent’s DNA just gave up!"

The soft rustling became a sharp, synchronized hiss. "Ambush!" Lucas roared. From the canopy above, figures dropped like stones. They weren't wolves. They were the Blight-Walkers—men and women whose bodies had been twisted by the Sleeper’s Root, their skin grey and cracked, their eyes glowing with that same violet fire they had seen in Vargos.

“Where have you been? We couldn’t find you in your room!” Jenna pokes her head around the doorframe behind Greta, her cheeks flushed the moment realization dawns. Their combined shock is palpable, and for a second, I almost want to vanish entirely. “I… I’m fine,” I stammer, trying to cover myself with the sheet, though the gesture is futile. My shoulders are bare, the silk slipping beneath my fingers. “I just woke up… here.” Greta’s eyes flick to the bed and back to me, jaw tight. “In Mr. Crosswalk’s—here?” Her voice lowers to a cautious whisper, laden with fear and disbelief. “Are you—are you hurt? Was he—?”

" If you follow me, I'll take you down there ." They all knew what "there'' was. Luke left Felicia with Liz and Randal. He and Randy shared a look; he was doing his best to be the strong one for his wife and everyone else. The younger Bailey walked down the hall toward the morgue. His heavy footsteps echoed in the silence; it felt so unreal. This had to be some elaborate prank, like when he was eleven, and William pretended to cut off his hand in the garbage disposal. He'd been so scared he'd peed his pants thinking a kitchen appliance had mutilated his big brother. William felt pretty guilty he had scared him so badly. This had to be a joke; it just had to be.

As Vincent's soft breathing turned into light snores, I carefully reached for his phone, pressing his finger against the sensor to unlock it. His messages with Emma Ortega popped up immediately. Vincent: [Good news—Sophia might be pregnant. Once we get the baby's umbilical cord blood, you'll be cured.] Emma: [Really? That's amazing! When I'm healthy again, what do you plan to do with her and the child?] Vincent: [Don't worry. Once everything is over, I'll send them away. They won't interfere with your life.]