Walking Dead Fanfic Novels & Stories

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

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.

“If they have spiritual powers as we suspect, then it will not be surprised if they have the power to rise from the dead.” Erin felt the skin under her fur prickle at her mother-in-law’s words. These beasts were definitely not ordinary werewolves, judging by how fast they were and the way they barked like dogs. It wouldn’t be all that surprising if they rose from the dead like zombies and attacked everyone in the camp again.

Sookie Stackhouse is a mind-reading waitress who falls in love with Bill Compton, a vampire who was turned after the Civil War. 14-15. A Touch Of Dead BY CHARLAINE HARRIS A Touch of Dead contains the complete Stackhouse short stories; a short-story volume, Many Bloody Returns, also has a Stackhouse story. 16-18. The Hunger, The Last Vampire, Lilith's Dream BY WHITLEY STRIEBER

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.

It was digging into the soft skin of her throat before she could blink. I glowered down at her blank, calm expression, matching every fragment of her boredom with hatred and rage. “Then maybe I should kill you first.” My favorite thing about Dream-walking was something very few knew about. Lilac was one of those few, which made her lack of fear even more infuriating. I could kill her here. I could do anything. Every touch by my hand, every wound, would translate into real life. Her stare was defiant, with hints of a smug light that shone through her hazel eyes, bright even in the darkness of the alleyway.

Most crawlers drag their victims around until they get bored and bury the bodies. Last but not least, there are the Daywalkers- an unusual mutation that occurs when a human woman that carries a child is bitten by a vampire and gives birth to it before becoming a vampire herself. Daywalkers can walk around during the day, mingle, and feed on human food. There is no other information about them, but the vampires know that there are already more than a dozen Daywalkers. They are one of the biggest threats to the old vampires- a new, superior species. Most Daywalkers live as humans without knowing their true selves; therefore, it's nearly impossible to track them down. Personally, I'm obsessed w

Blood kept welling up between my fingers anyway. My own back had taken a few rounds. The silver was lodged against bone, and the pain left me barely able to hold on. But I didn't dare let go. "Adrian. Stay awake." I looked down at him, my voice shaking hard. "The doctor's almost here." "Just hold on." He lay in my arms, his face a terrible shade of white. Vampires were never warm to begin with. But in that moment, I could feel him going cold, inch by inch.

The only person that matters in my life is gone, and now I'm left with nothing. I hear a low gnarl, surely, the gunshot must have attracted more zombies. My fists tighten as I turn to the few day walkers shuffling to me. There's a chill feeling of anger running down my spine at the moment I felt like a beast, aggressive like one of those cannibals.

"I'll meet you at Elias's." I nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks." After they were gone, I cleaned up the Clinic before Bailey could beat me to it. It was funny. Since my wolf had awoken, I got tired but was never completely exhausted. In the hallway, I locked up. But when I turned around, Sasha and Eve were walking down the hallway, talking animatedly to each other. Eve looked over and smirked, but Sasha narrowed her eyes at me, gritting her teeth.