The night Liam Dunbar is bitten changes everything. As his older sister and guardian, she expects fear, chaos, and heartbreak-not a whole hidden world of werewolves, hunters, and supernatural secrets. But when Scott McCall and his pack refuse to let Liam face it alone, she finds herself pulled into their world in ways she never expected. She was supposed to protect her brother. Instead, she became the person holding the entire pack together. The second human to join the pack quickly becomes their safe place-the one who patches wounds, breaks up arguments, forces everyone to eat, and somehow keeps them all from falling apart. Stiles calls her the only responsible person in Beacon Hills. Malia decides she's hers now. Scott starts falling in love before he even realizes it. And somewhere between supernatural disasters, late-night kitchen talks, and protecting the people she loves, she finds something she never thought she'd have: A family.

I Saw Him First The day Scott McCall came to school after being bitten by a werewolf was supposed to be normal. At least as normal as Beacon Hills ever gets. Then Stiles Stilinski sees her. One look. One smile. One heartbeat. And suddenly Lydia Martin isn't the center of his universe anymore. Amara Johnson is. Rich, powerful, beautiful, and carrying secrets older than Beacon Hills itself, Amara belongs to a supernatural race known as the Aetheri-rare beings capable of controlling the elements and moving the world with a single thought. The moment she sees Stiles Stilinski, she knows exactly who he is. Her mate. Her forever. Her person. While Scott struggles with his new life as a werewolf and Beacon Hills becomes a magnet for supernatural chaos, Amara and Stiles find themselves building something neither of them expected. A home. A family. A love powerful enough to withstand hunters, alphas, kanimas, nogitsunes, and everything else the town throws at them. The only problem? Anyone who threatens Stiles quickly learns a terrifying lesson: Amara Johnson is sweet. Until someone hurts her boy. Then all bets are off. And if anyone asks why she's always defending him? The answer is simple. She saw him first.

It's the zombie apocalypse and Stiles is the only survivor left of Beacon Hills, California. He's been bitten by a new type of werewolf and his blood has a chance to create a vaccine. Saying goodbye to his hometown, he makes his way to the last known running CDC lab in America: Atlanta, Georgia. [[A/N I don't own Teen Wolf or The Walking Dead, that honor goes to whoever does own them. I only own my OCs and the way I portray the tv/comic book characters as. Have fun reading!:) Updates will be sporadic]] stiles fanfic -- stiles and the walking dead crossover fanfic -- stiles and daryl fanfic -- stiles stilinski fanfic -- supernatural stiles fanfic -- werewolf stiles fanfic -- bamf stiles fanfic -- the walking dead fanfiction -- teenwolf fanfiction