Alexia Grimes has never been normal and she has never wanted to be. At twenty-two years old, Alexia has something most people could only dream about: unlimited magic. There are no limits to what she can create, destroy, heal, move, or protect. Magic runs through the women in her family, and when her grandmother passed away, Alexia inherited more than just her power. She inherited a massive 100-acre estate, a property that can only be passed down to the magical women of her bloodline. Alexia doesn't need a job. She doesn't need anyone to take care of her. Between her land, her inheritance, and magic powerful enough to reshape the world around her, she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself. But there is one man who has always managed to get closer than most. Shane Walsh. Shane has stood beside Alexia even when her father didn't approve, and Alexia has never been shy about showing exactly how much he means to her. Then the world begins to fall apart. The dead start walking. Civilization collapses. People become just as dangerous as the monsters outside. For everyone else, it's the apocalypse. For Alexia? It's time to turn those 100 acres into something no walker-or living enemy-will ever be able to conquer. With unlimited magic at her fingertips, a family determined to protect her, Shane becoming something much more than a family friend, and unexpected men catching her attention along the way, Alexia is about to completely rewrite the story of The Walking Dead. Because this time, the Grimes family has a witch on their side. And Alexia Grimes doesn't plan on losing anyone she loves.

My name is Lura Grimes, but most people call me Viper. There's a reason for that name. I don't play games. I don't give empty warnings, and I sure as hell don't let anyone walk all over me. Usually, you'll find my viper curled comfortably around my neck, and if that doesn't warn people to think twice before testing me, the magic glowing from my hands normally does. I'm twenty-four years old, and my magic doesn't come with limits. I can use as much as I want, whenever I want, without getting tired, weak, or burned out. Then the world ends. Walkers start tearing through everything, people become just as dangerous as the dead, and suddenly survival means making hard choices before someone else makes them for you. Good thing I've never had a problem doing that. The biggest problem? My father, Rick Grimes. I love my dad, but somewhere along the way, Rick gets it into his head that being my father means he gets to boss me around. Tell me where I can go. Who I can protect. What risks I'm allowed to take. Maybe even how I should use my own damn magic. Yeah. That's not happening. I'm not Carl. I'm not a scared little girl who needs permission. I'm a grown woman with enough power to completely change how this apocalypse plays out, and if I build a haven, protect a group, or make a rule, Rick is going to learn one thing very quickly: **Being my father doesn't make him my leader.** He can argue. He can glare. He can pull out that sheriff voice all he wants. I'm still not backing down. Because in this new world, Rick Grimes might be used to everyone following his orders... But the Viper bows to no one.

My name is Anna Grimes. I'm twenty-four years old, I have magic, and I learned a long time ago that being a Grimes comes with one major problem my family seems to think they have a say in everything I do. The second I was old enough to legally move out, I put a stop to that. Now I live on a huge piece of land outside of Atlanta, far enough away that nobody can show up and try to run my life. There are only two people from my family circle who get a free pass around me: Shane and Carl. They learned how to respect my boundaries instead of trying to control me. Then the dead start walking. Suddenly, all those things Dad used to complain about-my land, my independence, my rules, and especially my magic aren't looking so bad anymore. And when Rick Grimes finally realizes just how badly he screwed up with his daughter, he's going to have to understand something fast: The world ending doesn't erase my boundaries. My land. My magic. My rules. But surviving the apocalypse might just bring a few unexpected people into my life too. And apparently one of them is what I like to call... Sex on a stick.

My name is Alexa Grimes, and for the last few years, I've been living in the True Blood universe and fixing every damn thing I didn't like about it. Alcide? Alive. Eric? Alive, powerful, and walking in the sun. Sookie? She finally figured out that the sun does not shine out of her ass and that after everything she put them through, she doesn't get to have Alcide or Eric anymore. Things are finally the way they should be. I've built a life here. I have people I love, people I'd kill for, and one very large, very protective wolf who has become a whole lot more important to me than I ever planned. Then my magic starts warning me. Something is wrong. Not in this universe. In mine. The universe I came from. The one where my father, Rick Grimes, and everyone I left behind are about to have much bigger problems than relationship drama and supernatural politics. Because the dead are about to start walking. And if the apocalypse thinks I'm going to sit quietly in another universe while my family fights for their lives, it has seriously underestimated me. I already fixed one universe. Looks like it's time to fix another.

My name is Lacy Grimes. I'm twenty-two years old, and I inherited something the women in my family haven't seen in generations... Magic. Unlike the women before me, my power has no limits. It never drains me, never leaves me weak, and it always answers my call. Working beside my dad, Rick Grimes, and Shane Walsh at the sheriff's department made life easy. My magic helped solve problems before they became disasters, and everyone around me knew it was a blessing. Then the calls started coming in. People attacking each other. The dead refusing to stay dead. While everyone else was trying to figure out what was happening, I was already preparing for the worst. A safe haven. High walls. Food. Water. Homes. Everything we'd need to survive. Now, as the world falls apart and the dead take over, my family and the people I choose to protect will have a fighting chance. The walkers? They're the least of our problems. Because in the apocalypse, it's the living who are truly dangerous. And anyone who threatens my people is about to learn exactly what happens when they cross a Grimes woman blessed with Magic.

My name is Honey, and I'm the princess of the Sinners Saints Motorcycle Club. My father is the club president, which means I grew up surrounded by roaring engines, leather cuts, loaded guns, and men who would burn the world down to protect me. Most people think being the president's daughter makes me spoiled or weak. They're wrong. I was out picking up supplies for dinner when I got the call that changed everything. People were attacking each other. The dead were getting back up. The city was falling apart, and my father ordered me to get home before the roads became impossible to travel. But getting back to the clubhouse is only the beginning. With the world overrun by walkers, the Sinners Saints must become more than an MC. They must become survivors, protectors, and warriors. Our clubhouse becomes a fortress, our motorcycles become lifelines, and anyone who threatens our family will learn exactly how dangerous the club's princess can be. My name might be Honey, but there's nothing sweet about what I'll do to protect the people I love.

My name is Lilith. I'm twenty-two years old, a professional fighter-and the daughter of Negan. I was on my way home from the gym with Daddy after training for my next fight when an emergency broadcast suddenly interrupted the radio. Reports of violent attacks, people biting each other, and the dead refusing to stay dead filled the car. Daddy glanced over at me just as my hands began glowing bright red. Instead of panicking, he smirked. The world might be falling apart, but with my powers, my fighting skills, and Negan standing beside me, we aren't going down without a fight. The apocalypse has no idea what's coming. Because Negan's daughter is ready to raise hell.

My name is Constance Grimes, and I'm twenty-one years old. As the daughter of Rick Grimes, I've spent my entire life with my daddy and his best friend, Shane Walsh, wrapped around my finger. They've always protected me, but the truth is, I'm more than capable of protecting myself. I was born with powerful magic flowing through my veins. There is no limit to what I can do, and no matter how much power I use, I never become tired or worn out. After graduating, I began working at the police station alongside my daddy and Shane, believing my life was finally falling into place. Then the dead began walking. The world might be ending, but I refuse to let it take away the people I love. Walkers, dangerous survivors, and anyone else who threatens my family are about to learn why they call me Hellraiser.

My name is Lena Grimes, but everyone calls me Strawberry because of my strawberry-blonde hair. I'm twenty years old and the daughter of Rick Grimes. Yeah, I know-crazy, right? My dad might be able to boss everyone else around, but he knows better than to try that with me. My magic has a funny way of reminding him whenever he forgets. With fire in one hand, ice in the other, and more power than anyone realizes, I've never needed anyone to protect me. I was on my way home from town when my dad called. Something strange was happening, people were attacking each other, and the world was quickly falling apart. Now, I have to find my family, survive the dead, and protect the people I choose as mine. Along the way, I may even find love in the last place I ever expected. Rick may think he's in charge, but in this new world, everyone is about to learn one important lesson: No one messes with Strawberry.

Lena never thought her name would matter. At seventeen, with long black hair, sharp blue eyes, and a mouth that gets her into more trouble than she can run from, Lena has spent her whole life surviving District 12 the only way she knows how: head up, fists ready, and no fear showing. Then the Reaping happens. When Katniss Everdeen's name is called, Lena thinks she is safe. She thinks the nightmare has passed her by. But the Capitol has a new twist for the Hunger Games this year-**two girls and one boy from every district**. And suddenly, Lena's name is called too. Thrown into the arena beside Katniss and Peeta, Lena has to decide who she can trust, who she has to fight, and how far she's willing to go to make it home. But the Games are deadlier than ever, and the Capitol doesn't just want blood. They want a show. Lena may be from District 12, but she refuses to be another forgotten tribute. She's feisty. She's stubborn. And she's about to prove that fire isn't the only thing the Capitol should fear.