Walking Dead Fanfic Novels & Stories

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.

My Walmart jeans and school hoodie didn’t make me stand out too badly. But I had things to do. I was going to be studying for at least a couple hours when I got back to my room in the dorm. So, I was really just waiting for everyone to get drunk enough that they wouldn’t notice me leave. “For real, though!” I was distracted from the brewing self-pity party by Diana Fowler, the prettiest of the girls in my study group. She was on her fourth beer and starting to get loose. “They called him the Night Walker, and he’s like some kind of vampire or something, because he bit a girl’s throat and she was bleeding really bad and—”

Chapter16 THE DREADFUL WALK LD We are walking, and Jessblue tells me about her life, but the monster in me is slowly taking over my mind and body. The next thing I know is I’m jumping on top of Jessblue and bite her neck from behind, forcing my fangs into her. My eyes roll back in my head from the taste of her blood, and I lock on to her neck. She tastes so fucking delicious. I must have her right now and claim her. I’m trying to stop the monster in me, but I can’t.

Noah “We need to get the fuck out of here,” I hiss to Weiland. “Before there’s nothing left of us.” “Yeah, no kidding,” my Beta says as he wipes blood from his arms. We stopped healing. So did the vampires. The mages daywalking charms work, but it makes them human. We thought they’d heal once night fell, but they haven’t. They are not dead, walking around with broken spines and necks, howling in pain, but they won’t die.

He drank deeply, throat working in steady pulls that made her weaker with each swallow. Through it all, Ana's hand still reached for Nicoli—trembling violently now, fingers splayed in desperate supplication. The air grew thick with the copper stench of blood mixing with roses, choking the space between them. But it was already too late. Pendwick stirred beside them, his expression gone vacant and glassy, eyes reflecting that same feverish light—not his own will anymore but pure want, pure hunger. He moved with the clumsy urgency of a sleepwalker, drawn by instinct older than thought. Without hesitation, he latched onto Ana's thigh, fangs punching through silk and skin with casual violence.

“I am afraid there is no cure for Mad Wolf disease, Xyrra. I am truly sorry.” °°°°°°° Author Note: Dear Gentle Readers, what do you think of Alpha Sinclair and the Night Walkers? Will Ryker and Xyrra survive this? Do you believe that (like the theme of the contest this story is currently participating in) “Love Conquers All”? Two more chapters before the ending! Please stay tuned and if you enjoy this story, pretty please with a cherry on top give it a 5-star review and donate a gem! Thanks a million!

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.

Clancy headbutted him which was so intense, Dracula felt like he was hit with the force of the moon crashing upon his head. THUD! Drastically, Dracula crashed into the ground causing the dimension itself to roar out in loud tremble like thunders and lighting sparks. ☆☆☆☆☆ Violetwall Forest CRUSH! Their boot crushed dry leaves as they walked down the forest. After been rejected by William, they had nowhere to go than to search for Clancy. They walked down the forest that led into the town but it was endless and boring, they missed their previous life and friends but all of them are completely dead and the team is already shattered.

I stop walking and I stare at the inscription on the wall in front of me. I'm not asking for "and they lived happily ever after". I'm only asking for "and they lived" Reading it thrice, a sense of loss, guilt, loss and pain floods me, nobody lived. Roseanna Manchester Lockwood is dead. Vincent Lockwood is dead. Caramel Lyla Lockwood is dead. Victor Linus Lockwood might as well be dead, and I, Caden Ian Manchester died a long time ago. I'm a shell, a ghost, void, empty, I'm dead, no wonder Fiona left me.

I felt like putting up a sign. Welcome to Dweeb Beach. Beware of Unexploded Buffoons. Was this what I looked like, too? I shoved the girl sitting on my stomach off me. “You don’t understand. This isn’t romantic. It’s a cautionary tale. We fucked up and next time we might not be so lucky.” “But we can’t die,” said Flossie. “Yo’ said so.” “You’re not listening. The weretic pulled off Dudley’s head with the spine still attached—” okay, that didn’t happen, but I was trying to paint a picture “—and ate it. He ate his head. You can’t regrow limbs.”