Angel Hartas grew up in a house where religion was the air he breathed. Jesus this, Jesus that, sins this, sins that - everything was about salvation, repentance, and eternal life. Every Sunday, without fail, he was dragged to church. He attended a religious high school run by nuns, where scripture was preached like it was law. He was the model Christian, or at least, that's what people saw. Deep down, though, Angel wasn't so sure. His faith was eroding little by little, each day feeling like one more step away from something he was never sure he truly believed in. Tommy Carlson, on the other hand, was the antithesis of everything Angel knew. He didn't believe in God - he didn't believe in anything remotely close. Instead, he swore by crystals and spiritual energy, by good vibes and the universe. He was unapologetically himself. Happy, carefree, and always joking, often at the wrong times. He cursed like it was second nature, never concerned with how his words might land. The night Angel was ready to step off a bridge, the weight of his religion too much to bear, Tommy showed up, camera in hand, with a dream to capture the world. It didn't take long for Angel to realise Tommy was everything he had been taught to stay away from. Tommy was gay, and that alone made him the person Angel was warned to avoid. But despite the rules, despite what he was supposed to believe, Angel couldn't seem to stay away. ★ original story ★ started april 3rd 2025 ★ all rights reserved ©️

Daryl never believed in fate. Never believed in things like soulmates, in people being made for each other. And if that kind of thing did exist - if the universe really did carve people from the same star, from the same bone - then Sybilla wasn't his. 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 @4𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘻 !!! 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟲, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - ʚɞ updates set before twd time

Tiger Mallory is eight years old. Alone in the walker-infested woods of rural Georgia, with nothing but a knife and a dog, she knows her chances of survival are slim. If her sister was still here, perhaps there would be a little more hope for her, but Jackie is gone, and it's the sort of gone that people don't usually come back from. Not anymore. So, when a little girl comes running through her forest, Tiger decides to chase her. Out of boredom, hope or loneliness, she isn't really sure, but it suddenly gets a whole lot more complicated than just that little girl. Some bitchass cop and his redneck friend are looking for the kid too, and they want to bring Tiger with them. Just for now. Just until they find the girl. And really, who is Tiger to refuse? She's just using them, same way they'll use her. Maybe she'll survive a little longer with Rick Grimes. Hey, maybe she'll even find her sister.

Fraser Banks is fifteen years old with a thousand years' worth of weight resting on his shoulders-a younger sister to care for, a neglectful and abusive father, loads of schoolwork to do, money to make. Each day is a blur, and lately, Fraser has been feeling himself slip away, falling deeper and deeper into the darkness of his own mind. It's not until he meets a kind-hearted, quick-witted, and wickedly beautiful girl named Luca that anyone is there to catch him. • ⚠️ This book has mature themes such as abuse, mental health struggles, and suicide. Proceed with caution.⚠️ Prequel to Future Ghosts, my The Walking Dead fanfiction. If there are any typos/errors, please don't hesitate to point them out so I can fix them! Comments are greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

-ˏˋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ.ˊˎ- Elodie Price had never heard the soft breeze of the wind or the sound of birds singing in the trees. After losing her older brother and her mother, the world had become grey. Ten years old, and already the universe had stripped her of everything. She couldn't see any reason to keep moving, no one to protect her. The Walkers would find her soon enough. With her hearing loss, she wouldn't even hear them coming. She could barely hear the world screaming around her. Her mother had always been harsh - never quite satisfied with anything Elodie did - and her brother distant. The little bits of love that trickled through, the faint scraps of affection, always seemed to slip through her fingers like water. She didn't belong. Not to them, not to anyone. So when she had come to the conclusion that maybe it was her turn to go, she never expected anyone to care. She never expected anyone to save her. Certainly not someone like Daryl Dixon. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - updates set in season 5 (the earlier chapters truly suck in my opinion, so once you get to like chapter 10 or so it gets better :,P) DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead, or its storyline. I only own my orignal characters.

Prophet girl, chosen by the sun.