Walking Dead Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then I move to Teddy and gesture at Ava: "Kill her too." Ava's eyes were wide, fear and shock written across her face. Her lips opened in a silent cry, but Gamma Teddy beat her to it. Before she could even get out a word, he killed her too, finishing her off quickly. Her eyes went glassy, her body collapsing next to James's dead body. The beta and gamma of the Night Walker Pack, seeing their alpha fall, turned deathly pale. Horror written across their faces, they retreated, tripping on James's and Ava's corpses behind them.

she said, sniffling as I gently patted her back. I took one last look at my mom, Grandma, Angela, and then at the children, wives, and pregnant women. I nodded and then headed out. The air outside was thick with the smell of death, and the sky above was a swirling mass of darkness, even though it wasn’t nighttime yet. The ground was scattered with the bodies of werewolves, witches, and vampires, all lifeless. My heart ached as I walked past them. Taking a deep breath, I focused on finding that one person.

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.

Walker’s pov* I stand beside my new Alpha, trying like hell to stay composed as I stare at the blood coating the walls like paint. My best friends, my Alpha and Luna… Gone. How do packs move on from something like this? Especially, when one of the reasons it happened is now your new Alpha. Calling him my Alpha taste like vile on my tongue. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look passed this. My eyes latch onto my mate kneeled down next to Heather in the hall, and hers reach up to meet mine. The sadness in them makes me want to punch someone, makes me want to bring them back. But I can’t. I can’t do anything.

"I heard you have been making sudden appearances in the council, meeting some Elders and discussing things not known to anyone. And a few days later, a debate was initiated by these councilmen. And now, they're debating on revealing themselves to humans after you meet with them. Is that true?" He did not respond. "You're testing my patience by keeping silent Mr Walker. You're giving me a reason to torture you before I get the truth from you. Even after rebirth, not a bit of you has changed." I walked up to him letting him meet my eye level. "Mr Walker. You know Whitehead is alive, living as a vampire all these years, and right now, you are one of those people working for him. You are working

Her boobs could be seen in their full glory. Wade started the car and they talked along their way. They didn’t know where they were heading. Their drive had no destination. It was just a late night romantic drive. “Pull over Wade. I want to feel the rain.” Dara uttered. “You’ll get sick.” “I’m a werewolf. I won’t.” “Right. Werewolves already are the sickest creatures in the entire universe.” Wade laughed. “Huh you haven’t yet changed. You still tease a lot.” Dara made a sad face.

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.”

Those few inches between our hands as we walked could never have felt so impossibly distant. I held back the tears, swallowing each one with a slow breath. It's over, I chanted. It's over. *** I returned to Scarlet pack territory first. I couldn't stand being in the Dark Moon pack house any longer, not with the sickening knowledge that nearly everyone who had walked the halls were dead, slaughtered and buried somewhere in a mass grave, probably. I had never loved Elly, Maria, or Alpha Kris, but to think that the girls had screamed and sobbed as they met their bloody ends, not even adults yet...

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—”

I see his Adam's apple bop up and down. “Because I had already lived.” I pause. “I had loved. I had experienced life to the fullest. I had lost and failed and cried and laughed. I had done it all in those nineteen years of living. My time was over. And bringing me from the dead just means that I am the walking dead. I have no purpose anymore. The Queen has come and gone. There is no need for me to be here again for the second time. Or what? The hundred and fifty-eighth time?” “The walking dead are the Vampires. And you are not a Vampire.”