Walking Dead Fanfic

Being the mutt loathed by your Alpha family, you were forced to take your pregnant sister's place in the ruthless Lycan king's bride selection. To survive, you tried to escape, only to crash right into his muscular, towering frame. Everyone thought you were dead for sure. But wait, you're not just his mate?! You also look exactly like his beloved ex-wife?!

Jessica a young workaholic marketing executive feels that she has just met the love of her life, Roger, he is extremely attractive and ticks all of her personality boxes. After a night of passion, she wakes one morning to find Roger covered in blood. she screams hysterically thinking he is dead but he grabs her arms, looks deep into her eyes, and tells her calmly, "Jessica, the blood is not mine."

Blazing with rage has very little to do with the mutation. You would become an inferno too if someone murdered your family and enslaved your pack. I knew that one day I would get my revenge and destroy the indestructible king. What I didn’t know was that biting his son to make my getaway would make him….My Mate. Now my wolf wants him Dead!

Olivia was running from her master's guards through the woods after overhearing a conversation that she shouldn't have heard. She gets caught and is left for dead in the forest. christian, Damon and Jacob are the alphas of the three strongest packs in the territory. their packs thrived but they never liked each other. They discover a prophecy that talks about a single mate for the three of them and they have to put aside their differences to defeat a great evil.

My son, Tyler, never really had his dad around growing up. Because my husband, Ethan, was a top doctor, always working late. He pulled countless patients back from the brink of death, but he misdiagnosed his own son's pneumonia as a simple cold. All because he was on the phone with his first love, Isabella, while he was supposed to be listening to Tyler's chest. That night, when Tyler's life was on the line, Ethan claimed he was in a critical surgery and hung up on me ten times. I rushed our son to the hospital, only to find out my husband was at a birthday party for Isabella and her daughter. In the dead of night, Isabella posted a photo of the three of them on Instagram. At the same time, my son, Tyler, died in the very hospital where his father worked. The next day, I held a funeral for my son all alone. Three days later, I boarded a plane out of Seattle, clutching a photo of my son. It was only then that my husband, Ethan, found out Tyler was dead, started searching for me like a madman.

On her eighteenth birthday, Luna expected a fated mate; instead, she received a death sentence. Publicly rejected by Alpha Kael of the Silvercrest Pack, the "useless Omega" is left for dead in the snow. But Luna doesn't die. She vanishes, carrying a secret that could rewrite werewolf history: her blood runs silver, marking her as the lost heir to the Alpha King. Five years later, the Omega is dead, and a Goddess has risen. Luna returns as a world-renowned biochemist and billionaire CEO of Blackwood Industries, backed by the most terrifying man in the supernatural underworld: Dante Blackwood, a rogue billionaire who treats her like a queen and kills like a monster. When a lethal virus strikes Silvercrest, the pack is forced to beg for Luna's help. Kael is haunted by the ghost of the girl he threw away, but the woman who returns doesn't want his apologies—she wants his empire. As the mate bond claws at Kael’s sanity, Luna must choose between the destiny that broke her and the "Monster" who put her back together. In a world of teeth and title, the Omega won’t just survive; she will reign.

I reach for the door handle, the cold metal biting into my skin as I press my thumb against the latch. Before I can pull the door open, Cade's arm shoots out from behind me, slamming it shut. My body jolts, my heart leaping into my throat as I feel the heat of his body against my back. He lowers himself to me, his breath fanning my ear. "Are you walking out on me again, Elysian?” A shaky breath parts my lips, the hair on the back of my neck standing on its ends. "I never walked out on you, Cade…" My voice falters, betraying me. "Don't lie to me." His tone is aggressive. "I told you a long time ago never to walk away from me again. Are you always so careless?” I try to swallow, but my throat is too tight. "I'm sorry," I manage, the words barely audible. "You said that already," he challenges me, warning me to choose my next words carefully. But I can't. I can't think. I can't move. As his grip on the door tightens, I realize he's not giving me a choice. ⊰ Heartprints in the Void ⊱ My name is Elysian Reign, and I'm not extraordinary. His name is Cade Sinclair, and unlike me, he is extraordinary. At the age of 25, he inherited billions from his trillionaire father—David Sinclair. You never imagine that the love of your life's own father would manipulate his son's life to get rid of you—even if it means forcing him into an experimental hypnosis treatment. After three years, you'd think I'd have learned my lesson. You'd think I would've changed my identity and left the country after walking in on my first day at my new and finding out that Cade is now my boss.

Maliya was 6 years old when her mother was ambushed and killed by some rogue wolves right before her very eyes and her uncle, Alpha Kevin, did nothing to help. After she was declared dead, he accused her of his sister’s death, imprisoned and tortured her all her life. WILL SHE EVER GET HER FREEDOM AND LIVE HER LIFE OR DIE A PRISONER?

When a hundred years old Beast has been aroused from it hiding place, this left the whole town in panic!. The councils and everyone wanted him dead, he wasn't only a threat to them but the whole world but in other to eliminate the Beast they had to go for his weakness!. What happens when Adriana a simple girl with no importance or identity is suddenly wanted? Not only by the councils but by the Beast himself!

The wife of a renowned designer thought I was not good enough to be seen with her. So, when the award ceremony came, she brought along her young, handsome secretary, someone who suited her image much better. I did not argue or make a scene. I ignored the secretary's quiet provocations and stayed perfectly calm. My wife, taken aback by how 'sensible' I had become, must have thought I had finally given up on her. For the first time, she did not sneer or mock me. Instead, she spoke gently for once, and told me to stay home and wait for her. She even promised a 'big surprise' for my birthday. I lowered my eyes and nodded, hiding the heaviness inside. She did not know that today, I was walking away for good.