The Walking Dead Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The chains clanked loudly as I struggled against them, my wrists raw and bleeding. The damp, stale air of the underground cell seeped into my lungs, suffocating me. I curled my trembling body into a corner, desperately trying to find solace in the darkness. My name is Sasha Springfield, a 21-year-old weak werewolf. It seemed fate had a cruel sense of humor, for I had yet to meet my mate. In a world where finding your destined partner was the ultimate goal, I felt like an outcast, an anomaly.

I don't mean like vampires, I mean like humans come back to life and eating other humans, meat and all. In this show they call them walkers, or the walking dead. I guess it's good. A lot of emotional stuff happening. There is even a situation that may apply to us. But the more I get into the show, the more I realize that my hand is slowly drifting from Sophia's shoulder, to Rockledge's shoulder.

The pungent smell of their bodies was so strong that Aiden could smell it from so far out. “Walkers!” Aiden soon realised what they were once he spotted them. Walkers were the lowest form of Undead. They were easy to deal with for any strong Beastman and usually Aiden would not have bothered with them, but he was currently injured and could barely move a muscle. He wouldn’t be able to deal with them! This wasn’t the right time!

“Xiana… Some of the stronger Dream Walkers can possess humans in the waking realm just like strong demons can. I can do it too. You need to be extra cautious in your world.” His words sent a chill down my spine. “They can possess people?” My mind reeled at the thought. “Then what happens to the humans they take over? What do they do to others?” Damien exhaled, his gaze sharp and unwavering. “They amplify fear—twice as much as a normal person would feel. The anxiety becomes unbearable, suffocating. It drives people to the brink… to the point where they take their own lives. And when they do, the Walkers claim their souls.”

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

the doctor explained. Damian contemplated for a while. As long as it was the only option they had, they would explore it. He would do anything possible to keep his mate alive. "Where do we find this walker?" Damian asked. "That's going to be quite the challenge, alpha," the doctor said sadly. "You see, walkers are a rare breed of people. They're spread out too thin across communities, with as few as one in a thousand people having the likelihood of possessing the gift." Damian's hopes sank to the ground at his words, and he was flung into a pit of despair.

Leaning like a pendulum left and right he had great respect for both Vince and Villa, but he gave them both a card to play, Vince didn't know of Villa, and that was good because If he didn't know Rebecca stands a chance of surviving. He shook his head, get her out! She has to get out! He took another deep breath and sank back into his world, he couldn't wait to see Skyler, if she was a vampire bitten by Vlad, is she a day walker? Can she walk through walls? How fast is she? Can she drown?

Turning she walks out, Willow staring at Dan and the other guy, their loud laughter booming around the room. “Oh, well, that’s even better,” the unknown one says; a disgusting smirk across his face as he looks down at her belly. “You can have whatever fun you want with her, Dan, but there’s no killing her. It will be more fun watching Alaric’s downfall as he has no choice but to kill yet another one of his unborn children. She’s getting turned.” Willow screams, darting towards the door, Dan’s hand reaching out and grabbing her neck to stop her.

A lot of things were happening; Draven already had an arranged mate, and now Alpha Zac was about to attack the pack. I heaved a sigh and began walking back to Draven's room, my mind filled with worries. Draven’s POV I walked through a path that had no end. One minute I was with Hazel, and the next I was here. "Anyone here?" I kept yelling. I've been walking for over two days. "Where was this place?" Is it the afterlife? I wondered as I continued making my way through it. The place gave off an eerie feeling. The place was dark. I could barely see. I let out a low growl. I was already feeling frustrated.

Mismatched Mates #6.5 Twice Bitten Chapter 1 Ouch “So stop me if you’ve heard this one.” I leaned up against the bar, cocking my hip and batting my lashes a couple of times at the hulking, leather-jacketed alpha who’d somehow thought it’d be a good idea to sit down on a bar stool. I’d been out back taking a phone call, and when I came inside, there he was. “So a werewolf walks into a vampire bar…”