Walking Dead Crossover Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I knew it was affecting her greatly, especially Barrett’s. “Elliot is dead,” she whispered to me, revealing she wasn’t just hurting for Barrett. “We need to find Cruz, he’s hurt.” With just those words the need to consume her vanished, replaced by worry for the man I call my brother. We raced through the packlands, letting Raya lead the way until we came upon the ancient grove, finding Cruz’s once white fur turned crimson red. He was lying on the floor surrounded by ash, which I knew to be the dead vampires. Cruz’s breathing was coming in and out unsteadily, indicating he had been wounded beyond his healing capabilities. Raya gasped as she raced to his side, kneeling before him.

“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.”

Yours of course You know what since you both won't stop. Good and fine. I am going to my room when you both are done you both can escort yourselves outside. Dude, are you walking us out of your mansion? Bryan asked Cross we are sorry. And we promise we won't quarrel again. That you both business and not mind since you both have decided to dedicate your time and your life to quarreling. Lycan Cross said and walked up to his room. See what you have caused. It's all your fault. Bryan said to Saga

As Vincent's soft breathing turned into light snores, I carefully reached for his phone, pressing his finger against the sensor to unlock it. His messages with Emma Ortega popped up immediately. Vincent: [Good news—Sophia might be pregnant. Once we get the baby's umbilical cord blood, you'll be cured.] Emma: [Really? That's amazing! When I'm healthy again, what do you plan to do with her and the child?] Vincent: [Don't worry. Once everything is over, I'll send them away. They won't interfere with your life.]

What he did say about it being something to help someone one day wasn't a lie, not really. "But Will is... " Felicia pulled away. What Luke was talking about wasn't possible, was it? Felicia had grown up a devoted Catholic, even to suggest such a thing was. But the look on her lover's face, the tears that stained his cheeks, hurt her just as much. She wonders about her sister. If it had been Victoria, it could easily have been. The apartment was right next door. ….. And she was there in her sister's apartment when it happened. An ice-cold feeling clutched around Felicia's heart for the first time. She had been next door. That man that broke in and killed William …. It could have been her. Lu

herself at the werewolf, determined to save her friend.The werewolf turned, its eyes widening in surprise. Claudine tackled it, her arms wrapping around its waist. She felt its hot breath on her face, its claws swiping at her, but she refused to let go.Ezrianna took advantage of the distraction to summon her magic once more. This time, it was stronger, more powerful. The werewolf stumbled back, its eyes wide with fear.Together, the two friends managed to overpower the werewolf, banishing it back into the night. As they lay there, panting.Ezrianna's vision began to blur, her body numb and unresponsive. She tried to move, but her limbs felt like lead, refusing to budge. The werewolf's attack

You have to choose: save them or save yourself. The dining hall was filled with pack members eating breakfast. I spotted Damien at Alpha's table, deep in conversation with Gamma Lucas. He looked up as I approached, his face softening. "There she is. Feeling better?" "Much better, thank you," I sat, accepting the plate brought to me. We were halfway through breakfast when the dining hall doors opened. Honeysuckle and ambition. Vivian. I looked up slowly as Vivian Cross walked in with her father, Beta Cross of Shadowpine Pack. She was beautiful: honey-blonde hair, green eyes, a figure-hugging dress. She moved with practiced confidence.

My boyfriend Zane Shaw's ex, Mia Zimmer, has another sleepwalking episode and shows up at our door in the middle of the night. Zane doesn't even hesitate. As if he's done this countless times before, he leads her straight into our master bedroom, settles her into our bed, and gently coaxes her back to sleep. I stand in the doorway, watching the tenderness in his expression. "Zane, what's the excuse this time?" He doesn't even turn around. After a brief silence, he answers impatiently, "You'll get used to it." So this time, there isn't even an excuse. I'm simply expected to get used to another woman showing up at our home in the middle of the night and to my boyfriend's ex sleeping in ou

I can feel it in my guts that it's familiar. Ugh! Fuck me! Sia runs towards the left across the mist of fog and as the fog slightly moves away, I see blood. Blood! And bodies of students lying in the pool of it. Oh my— Crack crack! I hear the sound from the other corner where the fog is still thick. I gulp in. Did the soldiers do this to the students? The fog clears a bit and that's when I see it! A nightcrawler sucking blood from one of the student. It's a girl! I know this girl. Thata—thats—oh,no Sasha!

Damien adjusted her hair with surprising tenderness. “Whatever happens in there,” Kael said, looking at both of them, “we face it together. No regrets.” “No regrets,” Damien echoed. Serena smiled through fresh tears. “No regrets.” They stepped out of the greenhouse hand in hand — a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch, bound by blood, grief, love, and growing desire. The final descent into the Nexus awaited. As they approached the glowing archway once more, the fusion creature had grown even stronger, now absorbing the bodies of fallen infected around it. It blocked the entrance completely and spoke with a chilling new clarity: “You cannot complete the ritual… until you feed me one of your own.”