Walking Dead Crossover Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her warning chills me, but Cassia’s fading breath drives me forward. Veyra’s blade arcs, wraiths surging, their screams a storm of shattered glass. I meet her strike, lunar light clashing with shadow, the blade’s song guiding my movements. My Convergence form is fluid, primal fury and lunar grace, untainted, but the outpost’s runes flicker, their energy waning. Shadowwalkers swarm, claws tearing at the guardians, blood staining the obsidian. Maddox’s shadows bind a wraith, but a claw rakes his chest, blood spraying, his grunt raw. “Move, Lena!” he shouts, shadows thinning, his wound slowing him.

KHLOE’S POV. “Hi girlfriend.” I heard him say in his deep masculine voice as he leaned in to place a kiss on my forehead. His right hand going around my waist. I felt anger, and hatred surge through me. My eyes landing on the same lips he had spat on me with, few days ago, days before my death. I suddenly felt the urge to puke on him. Why? Why him of all Wolves? Why did the moon goddess have to mate me to the same Wolf that made my first life a living hell?

"SOMEONE HELP!" My voice cracked with terror as I scrambled out of bed, not even caring that I was only wearing one of Axel's t-shirts. Footsteps pounded down the hallway. Jace burst through the door first, eyes wild with alarm. "Calla, what's wrong?" "Axel," I gasped, struggling to breathe. "Vampires. Eastern perimeter. They're killing him right now." Jordan appeared behind Jace, already reaching for weapons. "How do you know?" "Dreamwalk. I saw it. Five vampires, silver weapons, he's bleeding....he's bleeding so much Jordan..." My words tumbled over each other in panic.

They weren't just after the Prism; they were after the Catalysts. At the hospital, the glass doors of the ER shattered inward. Three figures, moving with the jerky, unnatural speed of Skinned-Walkers, vaulted over the triage desk. Their skin was a patchwork of stolen pelts, and their eyes were pits of black ink. They didn't want the patients; they sniffed the air, locking onto the "Anomalous Chord" vibrating in Evangeline’s chest. “Dr. Cross,” one of them rasped, its voice sounding like dry leaves skittering over a grave. “The Master of the Wastes wants your song.”

Mj wiped a stray tear from her face and nodded as she hesitantly turned back to the paused memory that was now coming back to full speed. Zazel pulled the chains tight and Mj heard the poor creatures gasp as they choked for air and the smell of burning flesh and the smoke from under the collar confirmed that he was hurting them. Mj leaned forward and Theron grabbed her around the waist before she fell to her knees, “come out little girl, daddy has some friends he wants you to meet...they want to talk to you about your imaginary friend.” Mj watched silently but she could hear the sound of her own heart racing as Zazel toyed with the small child he clearly knew was hiding in the small cabinet

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.

He turned his head away, his eyes filled with a complex mix of shock, sorrow, and helplessness in the face of the apocalypse. Cradling Jasmine Donovan’s head, Dexter Wallace walked step by step toward a first-floor bedroom, endlessly murmuring Jasmine Donovan’s name as if nothing else in the world mattered. Kevin Keane watched the closed bedroom door, sighed, and then went around prying open the skulls of the zombies inside the villa. He got two Crystal Cores, gave them to me, and then opened the villa’s main door. The midday sun shot into the living room, dispelling some of the bloody stench.

When his face turned red, eyes bulging out, I started to worry that he might die. “Stop it! You’re killing him!” I looked at Amelia and Theia, asking for help, and they did nothing. “Amelia, help him.” “Trust me, Ryden, I would but I know what they’re doing,” Amelia said as she watched them do whatever magic they’d done to Walker. Sebastien busted in the door with a jar in his hand. “The wraith in the jar is gone.” Then Walker began to gag yet nothing came out. “Alpha, help me, please?”

with that mouth full , I toss the collar to him and begin to walk out. I am so angry and annoyed at Alexander’s audacity that I forget that I am wearing high heels that I struggle to walk in. I walk at a fast pace until I feel my ankle twist making me loose my balance and falling forward. I hold my breath waiting for the moment for when I come in to contact with the fall but that moment never comes. I slowly pried my eyelids apart , and see the face of an angel. ‘Xavier…’ I say his name. His arms are wrapped around my waist , his face so close to me I could smell his special scent.

Jena helped me out through a secret passage so we could get to the border on time, half of the way, she had practically carried me, sharing her strength with me, to prevent me from passing out, just when the border came into view, I could see Zeus, alpha Todd and other warriors fighting off Rayvan's warriors. My eyes scanned the area, but I couldn't find Adrian, panic hit me, as I saw everyone and Adrian was nowhere to be found suddenly I heard footsteps retrieving, and an intoxicating scent hit me, the same way, I smelled Rayvan when I find out that he is my mate, "Adrian," Ray Murmured in my head, I don't understand anything she said but suddenly I saw Caleb walking towards us with Adrian