Walking Dead Crossover Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I whispered, “Kross Varkas is coming. And I’m bringing Thursday with me.” I left him breathing. Barely. The two ex-legion guys could handle the rest. *** SADE I didn’t sleep after Kross left the lab. I couldn’t, how could I? My body was still humming from his mouth, from the way he’d torn my clothes and my defences apart in the same breath. My thighs ached with every step, my lips were swollen, and I could taste him every time I swallowed. But… but the fougère was still wrong. I believe I could do this. I need to do it!

Blood flows out and through her fingers onto the white marble floors and a masterpiece is made again. “I guess I outdid myself this time. You sure do look like a work of art now Kitty Kat. Now you are no one,” I say while watching her bleed out and die slowly. As she took her last choking breath and fell the rest of the way to the floor, Thanatos, and Saber walk in. “Would you like for me to get someone to clean that up,” Saber asks. “Yes, and I need you both to wake up the Bridge but keep her wrists and ankles bound,” I command.

In the haunting depths of his eyes, she glimpsed the dance of death itself, an unrestrained force ready to consume her existence. I am dead. *** Enjoyed the twist in Hazel and Wyatt's story? Share your thoughts and feedback! Follow me on In stagram - aditisaxenaofficial for more updates and explore my other captivating stories. I would recommend you to try WHEN A BULLY FALLS IN LOVE.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

" Cruz Family, According to my people's investigation they died in a car accident months ago but they are rumored to have a surviving daughter, I'm handing over the mission to you find her and get the ring, if impossible, kill her, you don't need to know why " . . . Xayne rolled into the building through the window and groaned. She brought out her smartphone and scrolled through the article about werewolf that was on her screen. " Reading about werewolves all night and I don't still believe a damn thing ". She sang moving through the darkness. "Oh C'mon brain I don't want to remember what happened between Shane and I yesterday so stop trying to make me ". Xayne whispered and found her way to

, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten. “No, there’s still another one. Esca, capture him.” Conri ordered. “He is entering the borders on your right. Kill him.” Esca molds an ice archer and deliver the bow to the remaining Lighten running from the reaper of death. “Amazing! Your smell is really amazing, Con!” “Well, he is just the son of the strongest werewolf. And, his mother is a crossbreed.” Risse exclaims with pride. “Even if he’s a half-crossbreed, his ability is still above us. Ugh! I can’t stop from admiring you, King!” Esca jumps to Conri’s arms and hugs him.

CHAPTER 1 Lyra's POV I never imagined I would be wearing white at my own funeral, but that was exactly what this felt like - a wedding disguised as a goddamn funeral. I was about to marry into the Iron Revenants, the very same bastards who put my mother six feet under. They were my enemies, the family of the man who pulled the trigger and left my mother bleeding in the dirt like roadkill. Grave Maddox.

I thought bro was dead for real. Peter’s shadow erupted from behind a broken pillar, moving with inhuman speed. “Whatttt” I and Dom exchanged looks. Didn't they die or something? Before Cruz could react, Peter’s fangs sank into him. The look in Cruz’s eyes shifted almost instantly, confusion melting into a horrifying madness. His werewolf instincts battled the vampire influence, but it was futile. He was no longer fully one or the other he was a monstrous hybrid, a creature of pure chaos.

"Please, enjoy the night." The mood shifted back to its original celebratory state. Elders, Alphas from different packs, and wolves in general rushed in to offer their congratulations. However, Cross, with his unmistakable disdain, did not attempt to hide his displeasure. His lack of appreciation for the union was clear, while the rest maintained their plastic faces and attitudes. "I'd like something to drink," Venita requested. "Sure. I'll get someone to bring..." "No. I want to take a walk here. That way, I'll find my way around and grab whatever I want."

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”