❝If I remember right, the rule was I couldn't touch the Punisher... but you never said a word about eye fucking, Peter.❞ ⋆˚࿔ 🕸🕷 - When MJ's cousin becomes the top target for New York's underworld, seeking out Spider-Man and the Punisher becomes her only chance at survival. 𝐅𝗋α𐓣𝗄 𝐂α𝗌𝗍ᥣ𝖾 𝗑 𝐎𝐂 𝐅α𐓣𝖿𝗂𝖼

My name is Massa, I'm eighteen years old, and I already know exactly how the future is supposed to go. Which is pretty damn useful when you're moving to a little town called Mystic Falls. I know about the vampires. I know about the witches. I know about the werewolves, the Originals, the betrayals, the deaths, and every disaster waiting just around the corner. There's only one problem. I was never part of the story. I'm a witch, but not the kind Mystic Falls is used to. I don't need a spell book, candles, herbs, grimoires, or hours of chanting to use my magic. If I want something done, I make it happen. And now that I'm here, the future I know is already beginning to change. People who were supposed to die might live. Relationships that were supposed to happen might never begin. Enemies are noticing me far sooner than I expected, and some very dangerous men are becoming a little too interested in the mysterious new girl who seems to know things she shouldn't. The future used to be predictable. Then I stepped into Mystic Falls. Now vampires are watching me, witches are questioning me, fate is losing its damn mind, and somewhere along the way I manage to collect more than one love interest. Good thing I've never been afraid of falling. The real question is... Who can I trust to catch me?

Harlow Potter survived one war only to find herself facing another. As the Mistress of Death, Harlow is one of the most powerful witches alive-and now the dead themselves answer to her. With her adopted son Teddy already by her side, Harlow uses her magic to protect the camp, build what they need, and give everyone more than simple survival. She quickly comes to love Carl Grimes as her own son, while Rick and Shane become Dad and Papa to Teddy. Together, Harlow, Rick, and Shane lead the camp as equals. Rick and Shane respect her strength, trust her decisions, protect her, and work together instead of fighting over her. But Lori Grimes cannot stand Harlow. Jealousy, anger, and bitterness grow every time Lori sees Rick and Shane devoted to Harlow, Carl turning to her for comfort, and Teddy becoming part of their family. Lori may hate her, but Harlow has faced far worse. The world belongs to the dead-but the dead belong to Harlow Potter.

Amphitrite Genevieve Potter-Black and Hermione Jean Granger are tired. They won the war but lost everything. They need to leave, to grow, to be alone. They search for a spell in the Black library that will allow them to leave, to become someone new. So, with a little blood and a chant, they think they are going to a land of Myth and Legend, where all fairytales exist for a fresh start, they are wrong. Gods from lands of Fire and Ice call for them instead, placing them inside their chosen daughters and giving them a mission. Now, the girls burdened by war are sitting before a burnt pyre, dragons on their arms and stunned looks on their new peoples faces. They know their past, their future, and their path. They will not lose more, they will retake that which was taken from them and they will reign... In Fire and Blood.

My name is Mira Grimes. Yeah, that Grimes. Rick Grimes is my father, I'm nineteen years old, and unlike most people in my family, I've never exactly been normal. I'm a witch. A very powerful witch. But magic isn't the strangest thing about me. I'm also a verse jumper, which means I can travel into completely different worlds whenever I feel like it. Sometimes I show up because someone needs help. Sometimes I change things that were never supposed to be changed. And sometimes? I'm just bored and feel like causing a little chaos. I've jumped into enough worlds to know one thing: every universe has its own rules. The problem is, I've never been very good at following rules. So when I decide to jump into a world filled with vampires, witches, werewolves, doppelgängers, Originals, and more supernatural drama than any one town should be allowed to have, I expect to have some fun. What I don't expect is to find people who make me want to stay. Especially one dark-haired vampire with blue eyes, a smart mouth, and absolutely no sense of self-preservation. Now Mystic Falls has a Grimes in it. And Damon Salvatore is about to find out that compared to me, vampires might actually be the normal ones. But while I'm busy playing around in another universe, things back home are beginning to change. Soon, blood will matter. Family will matter. And when two completely different worlds collide, I might have to decide which one is really home.

My name is Crissa Grimes. I'm nineteen years old, and yes Rick Grimes is my father. My mom and dad were never some great love story. I was the result of a one-night stand before he ever married Lori. Growing up as Rick Grimes's daughter was complicated enough, but there's one little thing most people don't know about me. I'm a witch. And not the kind that needs a spell book for every little thing. One night, I was sitting in my room watching Teen Wolf, getting more and more pissed off over everything Derek Hale and Peter Hale had been put through. My magic apparently decided I had complained enough. One second, they were on my TV. The next, Derek and Peter Hale were standing in the middle of my bedroom. I barely had time to process what I had done before both of them froze, stared straight at me, and said the exact same word. "Mate." Yeah. Apparently accidentally pulling two werewolves from another universe into mine wasn't enough. They were both my mates. I thought that was going to be the biggest problem I had to deal with. Then my magic showed me what was coming. The dead were about to start walking. Now I have two extremely dangerous Hale werewolves attached to my side, unlimited magic at my fingertips, a father who is definitely going to have questions, and an apocalypse getting closer by the second. The Walking Dead universe has no idea what's about to hit it. Because this time, Rick Grimes's daughter knows exactly what's coming-and she has no intention of letting canon win.

My name is Ivy. I'm a witch but not the herbs, candles, and chanting kind. I don't need spells, ingredients, or some dusty old book to use my magic. All I have to do is wave my hand and whatever I want appears. If I want to be somewhere else? I'm there. Simple as that. My power has no limit, and I never get tired. But staying in one universe has never really been my thing. I like to verse jump. My first stop was the True Blood universe, and there was no way in hell I was standing around and letting that sexy beast die. Canon could kiss my ass. If I didn't like how something ended, I changed it. Then I decided to jump again. This time, I landed in a world where the dead walk, civilization is about to collapse, and people are going to learn real quick that walkers aren't always the most dangerous monsters around. The Walking Dead. Only this version of the story has one very big difference now. Me. I can build safe havens with a flick of my wrist, make supplies appear from nothing, teleport across the world, and destroy anyone stupid enough to threaten the people I decide are mine. And after jumping through different universes, I've learned one thing- Canon is more of a suggestion than a rule. Welcome to my version of the apocalypse. Things are about to get interesting.

What happens when an all-powerful witch gets bored? Apparently, she jumps universes and decides to rewrite the apocalypse. My name is Ellie. I'm twenty-six years old, ridiculously powerful, and bored completely out of my mind. The worst part? My magic is just as restless as I am. So why not have a little fun? Why not drop into The Walking Dead universe before everything goes to hell and change a few things? First on my list: stop the virus before it ever gets the chance to destroy the world. Second: wake Rick Grimes up early. Because if Rick wakes up before the apocalypse, before Lori and Shane cross that line, things are going to look very different. Rick and Shane can keep the brother-like bond they were always supposed to have. Carl won't have to grow up surrounded by death. Thousands of people who were supposed to die might actually get a chance to live. And Lori? Well... Let's just say waking Rick up early is about to leave her sitting pretty far up shit creek without a paddle. I already know how this story is supposed to go. But this time, I'm changing the script. No quarry disasters. No waiting around for walkers to take over. No letting stupid decisions destroy good people. The apocalypse doesn't know it yet, but it just got itself a witch problem. And I'm bored enough to completely ruin its plans.

My name is Sissy Stackhouse, I'm 22 years old, and being normal has never really been an option for me. Like my sister, Sookie, I can hear people's thoughts. The difference? Humans aren't the only ones I can hear. I can hear vampires too. As if that wasn't strange enough, I'm also a witch. My magic has always been a part of me, but I've learned how to keep it under control and stay out of the supernatural drama that seems to follow my family everywhere. At least, I thought I had. I was working another normal shift at Merlotte's when a powerful surge of magic ripped through me without warning. Glasses shook, lights flickered, and every instinct I had screamed that something was coming. Then the door opened. Eric Northman and Alcide Herveaux walked in. A vampire I shouldn't be able to read. A werewolf whose thoughts immediately caught my attention. And for some reason, my magic reacted to both of them. Suddenly, staying out of trouble isn't an option anymore. Vampires, wolves, witches, enemies, secrets, and a power inside me that seems determined to change everything I'm about to find out that Bon Temps has been hiding a lot more than I ever realized. And Eric and Alcide? Something tells me neither one of them plans on walking away. Welcome to Bon Temps. Try not to get bitten.

When the dead started walking, Lena Grimes whole world changed overnight. At twenty-two years old, Lena was sitting with her father, Rick Grimes, and Shane Walsh, watching the news turn from scary to impossible. The world was falling apart fast, and all they could do was pack what they could carry, grab their weapons, and run before the dead reached their door. On the road, survival becomes the only rule. Trust is dangerous. People are worse than walkers. And safety feels like something that no longer exists. Then they find a group of survivors trying to make it through the end of the world together. Among them is Daryl Dixon. Rough around the edges, quiet, dangerous, and impossible to read, Daryl keeps to himself-until he sees Lena. From the second his eyes land on Rick Grimes' daughter, something in him changes. He doesn't understand it, and he sure as hell doesn't know how to say it, but he knows one thing for certain: Lena is his to protect. As the world grows darker and the dead close in, Lena and Daryl are pulled closer together by danger, loyalty, and a connection neither of them can ignore. But loving someone in the apocalypse comes with a price. Because in a world where everything can be taken in a heartbeat, Daryl Dixon will do whatever it takes to keep Lena alive. Even if it means becoming the monster everyone fears. Lori and carl are not going to be in this story.