Walking Dead Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he snarls, right before everything dissolves into black. I wake up gasping. My blood runs cold as the downpour crashes against my awareness like a slap. I’m outside again—back in the garden, under the relentless rain. He couldn’t speak to me with Perseus around, so now he’s found another way. Sleepwalking. “If you keep avoiding me, this will only get worse. In Bloodthorn, sleepwalkers are seen as witches. Imagine that—a Luna, branded a witch.” His voice is a sneer wrapped in a laugh, sharp enough to pierce through the storm.

“Next weekend, Ashly Group and Rodriguez’s partners will hold a cross-border business camping party at an abandoned research facility in the suburbs. As an administrative manager, she will definitely arrive early to coordinate. That place is remote—and it’s also when the blood moon approaches, the weakest period for werewolf power.” There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by a low, rasping chuckle. “You want us to kill an ordinary human girl?” “Not just kill her. I want you to get her blood into Colin’s most frequently visited private club,” Zora said, her eyes glinting with bloodlust twisted by jealousy.

Saturday night White House Nightwalker POV "Any news?" I asked. "Damon is back from Dubai and The girl he loves is just involved in a ghastly accident" Axel reported. "What is her surviving percentage?" I asked. "Her surviving percentage is 20%?" He replied and I laughed. "Sir" "What is it?" I asked one of my running dogs, Mark. He is the one I have been told to spook on my first wife because I have been beginning to suspect her after the last fight I had with Jace, the late werewolf.

he says, then takes my hand and we walk out of the bedroom. Church and Xenia have Entwined. Xenia is now a vampire after my brother nearly killed her. My brother, who I didn’t even spare another thought to after killing him. Sometimes this emotion switch thing comes in handy, especially when I’m doing something I’m not comfortable with. But Matthew would never have seen things my way; he would have been worse than our father.

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 .

And tomorrow, they will finally see the cost of trying to steal it. Ava stood beside Liam, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear. The gravestones seemed to loom over them, casting long shadows in the morning light. Suddenly, a car pulled up, and Rachel stepped out, her hair pulled back tightly and her lips pale. Luciana emerged from another car, her eyes fixed on Ava and Liam with an unnerving intensity. And then, from behind the gravestones, Landon Crosse walked out, alive and smiling, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. The scene was set for a confrontation that would change everything.

We were all breathing heavily. “I know,” Hazel said. She took my hand. Beside me, Johnson took my hand. Jules took Hazel’s. It was a tense moment. Things had escalated so quickly. Two guards were dead. The entire pack had seen, first hand, the wrath of Johnson’s Lycan. There was no coming back from this. Together, we crossed over the wall boundary. There was a slight shimmering sensation in the air as we crossed through. It tickled. My mind flashed back to the first time I’d crossed through, weeks ago. I’d been nervous to come back to my old back. We’d been on the run from Jake and his men.

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

"Hardly! I've already contacted the Captain through our mental bond—he's sending men over as we speak." I grinned at the beta's efficiency. "You're truly an excellent beta; I hope your Alpha recognizes your worth," I complimented him. He beamed, clearly pleased by my words. Suddenly, my nose wrinkled, detecting the unmistakable stench of death. Where was it emanating from? The beta noticed too, his expression turning grim. "Day walkers," he whispered urgently. We tracked the foul odor to the old man's house, where we discovered a couple of Day Walking Vampires siphoning the lifeblood from the unfortunate elder.