Walking Dead Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Jack tsks and crosses his legs," if it isn't glaringly obvious based off the state of this building it has to do with what happened last night. Tell me Alpha... why is it that a bunch of vampires have suddenly taken an interest in Ash Walker? I know you have connections with a brood, but I saw bodies wearing two different crests." I shift nervously in the chair that has now become incredibly uncomfortable. The thought of all the bodies that must be lining the budding grass outside is making my stomach twist. My heart ached for every family that had been broken after last night. So many messily cleaned up spatters of blood had decorated the "cleared" pathways. I didn't even want to think abou

Trax looked between the both of us and then to his half brother as he walked off. I looked at Adrian for an explanation. "Trax is a hybrid of werewolf and vampire." "Don't move too much and you should be fine." The doc said, "The brace can come off tomorrow night." He left. "I'm so sorry Blair-Boo" Trax was crying in a heap on the floor. His smiling demeanor was gone. Blake came into view, "Let's get you cleaned up Trax. Blair-Boo is going to need her rest." She gave me a wary smile as Trax went off with her to her room. Adrian picked me up slowly and we went to our room. I was asleep so fast.

In no time, he was done and we fixed the DIY cross and Lena dropped her flowers at the top and we stared ahead the sun was setting beautifully which was perfect. It made the trees shadow above us. It felt awful watching the tears drop from Moe's eyes to the sand covering Kayla's grave. And I felt worst that we couldn't give her a proper burial but I thought well she's better than those that died on the road and ended up as zombie food. The night was moving too slow as I tossed and turned on the bed. I finally gave up and got out of bed. I went to my bag and grabbed the bottle of vodka I snuck into it like I knew a day like this would come.

This chapter contains content that may be difficult for some readers. Ryder saw Cressida ahead and shifted into Axel. When he got to where she had been standing, she was gone. He looked around frantically. "Where are you? I just saw Cressida disappear," He mindlinked Zoe. There was no response. Axel tried to pick up her scent, but there wasn't anything. They ran around the area calling for her, but she was gone. Axel ran as fast as he could back to the pack house. They needed to get to Cressida and stop whatever plans she had for Zoe immediately. When he reached the house, he saw all the witch's soldiers were dead. He quickly mindlinked the pack.

As he leaves, I return to my desk and pour myself a drink. The One was once Damien’s friend. Now he wants to watch him suffer. Victor may be Leah’s useless father, but that means nothing here. Cross is coming. And we are more than ready.

“Clear. Nobody in here.” He shut the door. Returned her to the dark. “All checked, Father!” Father. Victor. The footsteps receded. Then silence—more suffocating than the violence itself—swallowed the Moretti Mansion whole. Isabella Moretti was buried there without a headstone, with the echo of gunshots that would never stop ringing in her skull. Fifteen years later, she rose from that grave as Elena Cross—a weapon forged from the embers of grief. ✘ ✘ ✘

Fuck. I drag every ounce of focus I can muster back to my cousin. “Just cover my ass, Luke. I'll be back real quick. Promise.” Lucas nods, waving me away. “Fine, fine. Get out of here.” Rising, I push through the rowdy cafeteria and make my way down the halls. But just as I approach the hallway overlooking the school's backyard, a familiar scent hits me… and every muscle in my body goes rigid. Blood and earth. Dreadborn.

But there was only hollow acknowledgment that she was upset. "These aren't ordinary vampires. They're Purists. The faction that believes hybrids are abominations." Dr. Cross turned down another corridor. "They're fanatics. Willing to die if it means killing your daughter." "They'll get their wish on the dying part," Adam growled. We reached a reinforced door. Dr. Cross pressed her hand to a scanner. Nothing happened. "No. No, no, no." She tried again. Still nothing. "The security system is down. They must have disabled it."

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.