Crossbow Stories

One day Clair finally meets the man of her dreams at her job, but that's the day the outbreak hits. Can she maintain a relationship with the man she absolutely adores? Or will she be forced to accept the fact that he is an absolute mad man?

*Currently on HIATUS. How long, I don't know. Really really sorry about that. You're welcome to read but the quality kinda sucks.* Where Harry Potter is angry, and his anger wakes something in his mind; a terrible, ravenous creature with blood-red eyes. And from that creature comes flames and from those flames come death. A story where Harry Potter is raised by the honorable House of Malfoy, groomed to scoff upon blood-traitors and mudbloods, trained to become Lord Black when he comes of age, and sets off to Hogwarts. But there's a problem. Hydrus Malfoy is hiding a secret. Those red eyes - they have a will of their own, and they are very much adamant on getting just what they want. They are hungry, forcing Hydrus to dance to the tune of a meddler's fiddle. Who are they? And what, exactly, is so interesting about this 'stone' at Hogwarts? If this ain't your cup of tea - that's alright. I serve coffee too, and some orange juice if it's past ten. No booze, though. There are kids here. Really sorry 'bout that ): Note: These contain long-ish chapters of about 3,000 words each, with the beginning chapters about 1500-2000 words long, and from about chapter 13 and on an of average 5000 words.

"Oh come on, Daryl, you're rejecting me as if you have some girlfriend I don't know about." She laughed, taking a step closer to me and crossing her arms against her chest. She popped her hip out to the side with a hint of attitude, curiously awaiting my response. "No." I replied, stiffening. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna throw down on every little girl that comes my merry way." "So now I'm a little girl?" Eva asked, slightly amused. "Look, I'm a grown ass woma-" "What the hell do you want from me?" I cut her sentence off before she could finish, grabbing her by both arms and pulling her close. "Huh? What do you want from me, girl?" Her response was surprisingly a smile. "I want you."

The refugee camp has fallen, the last form of hope with it. Alone, her grief and a backpack as only baggages, Charlie must find the strength to move forward on the ruins of her beloved city. On the ruins of her past life. Alone, until the unexpected reunion with a dear friend. Will a group of survivors be the salvation she hoped to find during her wandering ? DarylxOC Slowburn Starts somewhere in season two.

A collection of short stories I write for practice, amusement, or if I'm just in a general mood to write a little random thing. They'll probably range in variety but most likely have a fanfiction majority. If you choose to read, thank you very much!

Out of all the ways I could have died, this isn't exactly my ideal way to go. I've always thought I would take my final breaths at the hands of a double-crossed friend or maybe perhaps eaten by some mythical beasts after fighting viciously. Yet here I am. Dying of frostbite on the steps of Windhelm, slowly losing the feeling of my limbs. I can't say I had a moral life, it's only just begun, but the nine divines work in mysterious ways and how am I to question their judgement on who lives and who dies? If only I could have slit that mother fucker's neck faster, then maybe I wouldn't have wounds so severe. As the pool of my blood freezes around me, it's quickly becoming apparent my death draws near. There was so much I could have been capable of. I could be a part of the legends they sung of tales of in inns or perhaps all the time or maybe even a famous hunter. Known to hunt the most dangerous of prey, but above all, I wish to have been loved.Even during my youth; I was alone. Wandering the great forests of Valenwood, tolerated yet shunned by the wood elves for my appearance. I've never known the feeling of affection or love, and for as long as I've lived, that was the one thing that I have craved. My eyes blur as I continue to stare at the frosted ground, breathes slowly becoming shallower. You know what? Death is quite peaceful.

Anna Lynn, a survivor in the zombie apocalypse world. She has been in a group but zombies attacked and she was the last survivor. She finds a new group that seems way stable that her first. Will this one be the last one for her? "I... Have nobody..." I sigh, depression running through my voice. "Yes you do" he finally speaks up with a smirk.

❝The only good I'll do is get us killed.❞ April was clumsy, and the damn apocalypse wasn't going to change that. {THIS IS THE REWRITTEN VERSION} {Disclaimer: The Walking Dead isn't mine, I know I already have a Stumbling Over April, but I'm rewriting it and I'm leaving the old one up so people can compare my writing!} (copyright © crossbow_h0e 2017)

Thirty years ago a deadly virus swept through the human race. It infected everyone it came into contact with, leaving its inhabitants converted into bloodthirsty, monstrous, killing machines, unable to feel right or wrong. And no one could stop it. Uninfected humans still exist, living beneath the ruins of the cities, only venturing out in the safety of daylight to hunt, scavenge and look for survivors. Eighteen year old hunter Harlow Cooper has led a relatively normal life in this world, losing her family and hope to the virus, just like everyone else. And as the war rages on, Harlow seems to be stuck directly in the middle of it all, but why? The Conversion has already begun, but can it be stopped?

Cherry is a 21 year old girl. Whos lived with an abusive dad. will she survive in the world of the dead

When your a killer a consciousness is not a good thing to have

What if you were one of the reasons the world ended. That your actions have caused the dead to walk among the living. That despite all of your trying you can't solve this problem. Then you end up meeting up with a group, who would most likely kill you if they found your secret out... *** disclaimer *** This story is a fan fiction. I do not own the walking dead or any characters associated with the comic books or the tv show. All rights go to Robert Kirkman and AMC. This story is purely for entertainment only.

Before all hell broke loose you had the perfect life. Bein famous and all. But all of a sudden those walkers took over humanity. Now you are all alone and tryin to survive. Will there still be a chance for her? Will she find love? Well find out in 'Redneck Love'

One shots of Daryl and Merle traveling together before and after they met the group. Mostly about the moments Daryl has to put up with a jackass of an older brother.

Denzel Hunter was your average 15 year old living an average life until one day his hair starting turning white and he received a strange email from someone named Jenny, she told him he is infact half Demon and destined to be a Demon Hunter

It was really lonely out here and i jut wanted to find my brother. His name is daryl Dixon. I miss him like crazy. I was walking in the woods trying to find my next meal or even better my next home. But before I knew it about 10 walkers came out of now where. I got right in to action. Stabbing and kicking then but before I knew it someone was helping me. But who? I don't not own any of the characters the amc the walking dead owns them. The only charters I own are maybe 3. This is my first story so it may be a little on the bad side but it will get better I promise

A story about Michonne Daryl and a US NAVY Sargent named Dwayne who are trying to survive in a post apocalyptic world. (The walking dead fanfiction) Very short chapters

Destiny May Wallflower is all alone in this hell hole. Aka earth. When she runs into a group and a certain redneck. She starts to fall for him but does he like her back? Kayla is scared that Daryl is breaking down the walls of her heart easily by his personality and his looks. Little does she know the affect that she has on him