My name is Lacy. I'm 21 years old, and I'm a verse hopper. I can jump into any universe I want, whenever I want, with absolutely no problem. My magic has no limits, rules don't mean much to me, and once I show up, nothing is guaranteed to stay the way it was supposed to. This time, I landed in The Walking Dead. Walkers, chaos, survival, and a few very interesting people? Yeah... this is gonna be fun.

One second, I was living my normal life. The next? I was standing in the middle of Georgia with a dead woman trying to eat me. Yeah. Apparently I got dropped straight into The Walking Dead. The good news? I've watched the show. I know the people, the deaths, the betrayals, the places they shouldn't go, and most of the horrible crap waiting for them. The bad news? The second I start changing things, canon goes straight to hell. I'm not about to stand around and watch people die just because that's how the story originally went. If I can save someone, I will. If I know somebody is going to become a problem, I'm calling their ass out early. And if my interference completely destroys the timeline? Oh well. Rick Grimes and his group thought walkers were going to be their biggest problem. Then I showed up. New world. Wrong story. My rules.

She's crazy-but not stupid. With long hot-pink hair, sharp grey eyes, powerful magic, and absolutely no filter, she has a habit of laughing at the worst possible moments. Some people think she's completely unhinged. Others quickly learn that there's a lot more going on behind that wicked smile than they first assumed. She loves hard, protects harder, and has a surprisingly big heart for people who actually deserve it. Children, innocent survivors, and anyone she considers family will always have a place beside her. But caring about people doesn't make her weak. The world ended, the dead started walking, and the old rules stopped mattering. She knows sometimes survival means doing things other people are too scared to do. She can joke with you, hug you, feed you, protect you-and then turn around and kill someone without hesitation if they threaten the people under her protection. Think chaotic energy with just enough common sense to know when to behave. Usually. She has magic strong enough to change the apocalypse, a personality nobody can control, and a very simple rule: Be good to her people, and she'll give you the world. Try to hurt them, and you better start running. Welcome to her beautiful chaos.

Ali Grimes is twenty-two years old, beautiful, dangerous, and completely loco. Being Rick Grimes' daughter doesn't mean she follows the law. In fact, her father being a cop means absolutely nothing to her. Ali has her own rules, her own kind of justice, and enough magic to make sure anyone who crosses her disappears without a trace. Threaten her family? She'll kill you. Touch someone she loves? She'll make sure they never find the body. Ali doesn't hesitate, doesn't scare easy, and definitely doesn't care whether people think she's gone too far. Most people have learned to keep their distance-and for good reason. There are only two people who can touch Ali without asking permission first: Shane Walsh and her little brother, Carl. Everyone else knows better than to try. Then the dead start walking. The world falls apart, laws become meaningless, and suddenly being feared might be exactly what keeps the Grimes family alive. Because walkers aren't the only monsters left in the world. And unfortunately for them... Ali Grimes is worse.

Kassidy grew up hearing the same jokes. Her family was crazy. Paranoid. Doomsday preppers wasting their lives preparing for something that would never happen. At nineteen, Kass inherited everything they left behind-the land, the house, livestock, solar power, wells, fuel, food, weapons, medical supplies, and years' worth of preparations hidden behind a heavily secured gate. Then the power went out. Not for an hour. Not for a day. Everywhere. Phones die. Gas pumps stop working. Stores are stripped bare. Hospitals begin failing. Atlanta starts tearing itself apart as ordinary people realize help isn't coming. And suddenly, Kassidy's family doesn't seem so crazy anymore. Rick Grimes knew Kass's father since school, and when the world begins falling apart, he knows exactly where there might still be food, clean water, and safety. But knowing Kassidy doesn't mean owning what belongs to her. Her property. Her supplies. Her rules. Rick and Shane can give advice. They can help protect the land. They can even tell her when they think she's wrong. What they cannot do is overrule her. There will be no council deciding who comes through her gate. No stranger gets welcomed inside because somebody feels sorry for them. Being family, being useful, or knowing Rick Grimes doesn't guarantee anyone a place. Kassidy decides. And at nineteen years old, with a level head, years of survival training, and a smart-ass mouth that gets worse every time someone questions her authority, she has no problem saying the one word people are going to learn to hate. No. There are no walkers coming. No dead rising from their graves. This time, the monsters are still alive. And when the grid falls, Kass is about to find out exactly how far people will go for what her family left behind.

Being the daughter of Corey Taylor means music has been part of her life for as long as she can remember. At eighteen, she knows her way around a stage, has spent more time backstage at rock concerts than school dances, and has absolutely no interest in becoming the next Broadway star. So naturally, she ends up at McKinley High-home of New Directions, dramatic teenagers, impossible amounts of singing in the hallways, and more show tunes than any sane person should be forced to hear. She can sing. Damn well, actually. But if Rachel Berry tries to hand her another Broadway song, someone might lose a sheet-music folder. She'd rather perform Slipknot, Stone Sour, Breaking Benjamin, Halestorm, Linkin Park, or practically anything with a guitar behind it. She isn't chasing fame, doesn't care about McKinley's popularity ladder, and has no intention of telling everyone that her father happens to be one of the most recognizable rock singers in the world. Then there's Noah Puckerman. Puck has a reputation, an attitude, and enough trouble following him around without adding another girl to the mix. But there's something about the new girl who isn't intimidated by him, doesn't fall at his feet, and is more likely to insult him than flirt with him that keeps pulling him back. And for once, Puck might actually want something real. But this isn't exactly the Glee story everyone remembers. Puck never got Quinn pregnant. Quinn still betrayed Finn, but the boy she cheated with was someone else from McKinley, leaving Puck completely outside that mess-and free for his story to take a very different turn. With secrets, music, friendships, rivalries, one extremely famous father, and a Glee Club determined to drag her into songs she'd rather set on fire, McKinley is about to learn one very important thing: She doesn't do show tunes. And Noah Puckerman is about to learn that getting her attention is the easy part. Keeping her might be a hell of a lot harder.

Santa Carla has always belonged to the creatures of the night. The Lost Boys rule the boardwalk after dark. David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko. Wild, dangerous, loyal to one another, and completely unapologetic about what they are. Most people with any sense would run the other way. She isn't most people. Smart, stubborn, and carrying powerful magic that has never played by anyone else's rules, she knows there is something different about the four vampires from the moment she meets them. What she doesn't expect is for her magic to recognize them too. All four of them. One bond would have been complicated enough. Four is absolute chaos. David doesn't trust easily. Dwayne watches everything. Paul treats danger like entertainment, and Marko is usually right beside him making it worse. Yet beneath all of that violence and attitude is a loyalty stronger than anything she has ever experienced. And somehow, she belongs with them. Their connection isn't about choosing one Lost Boy over another. Her magic has already made that perfectly clear. David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko are all her mates, and the bond works both ways. But Santa Carla is still Santa Carla. Vampires aren't the only monsters hiding in the dark, and her arrival is beginning to change things that were never supposed to change. With powerful magic at her fingertips and four dangerously protective vampires at her side, she's about to prove that fate picked the wrong girl if it expected her to follow its rules. She isn't afraid of the Lost Boys. She's becoming one of them. And anyone who comes after her boys is about to learn exactly why a vampire's mate with magic is a very bad enemy to make.

The world ended slowly at first. Then the dead started walking. While everyone else was running, fighting, and trying to survive, Raven Hale already had something most people would kill for-a protected home, powerful magic, and land the walkers couldn't cross. She had walls. She had supplies. She had rules. And she planned on surviving the end of the world on her own terms. Then one night, her magic did something it had never done before. It ripped open a doorway between worlds. And dropped Richard B. Riddick right into her backyard. Riddick is dangerous, unpredictable, and definitely not from her world. He doesn't scare easily, doesn't trust anyone, and has survived monsters that make walkers look harmless. Raven's magic knows exactly what he is. A killer. A survivor. A man everyone else should probably be afraid of. Yet for some reason, her magic doesn't see him as a threat to her. Before either of them can figure out why he was brought there, Raven's peaceful little corner of the apocalypse gets even more complicated when another group of survivors arrives at her gate. Rick Grimes. Shane Walsh. Daryl Dixon. And the rest of the quarry camp. Now Raven has to deal with walkers outside her walls, survivors testing her rules, Riddick lurking through her house at night, and a strange connection between them that grows stronger every day. But Riddick wasn't brought into her world by accident. Something wanted him there. Something wanted him with her. And the dead walking may only be the beginning. Riddick × Female OC

Lilith was never the kind of angel Heaven could control. Castiel's sister and a fallen angel with powers far beyond anything humanity understands, Lilith is sent to Earth with one purpose: protect the people she believes are worth saving. There is only one problem. Lilith doesn't believe everyone deserves protection. When the dead begin walking and the world starts tearing itself apart, she refuses to play guardian angel to every frightened survivor she crosses paths with. She watches. She judges. And she chooses. Those she sees as innocent, loyal, or worthy will have one of the most powerful beings alive standing between them and death. Everyone else is on their own. And for reasons even Lilith may not completely understand, Shane Walsh is one of the people she chooses. Shane is angry, ruthless, protective, and willing to do things others are too afraid to do. Where everyone else sees a man slowly losing himself to the apocalypse, Lilith sees something different. Something worth protecting. Heaven may have cast her out. The world may have already gone to Hell. But Lilith has made her choices-and anyone who comes after the people under her wings is about to discover exactly why a fallen angel should be feared.

My name is Kriss Garner. I'm 22 years old, I have magic, and I thought going to Comic Con was going to be the easy part of my week. My plan was simple: get a few autographs, meet some of The Walking Dead cast, see a few other actors I've been dying to meet, take way too many pictures, and have the time of my life. Simple, right? Yeah. Apparently my magic didn't get that memo. The second I walk into Comic Con, something feels different. My magic starts acting strange around certain people, and before long, what was supposed to be a fun day of fangirling turns into something I definitely wasn't prepared for. Especially when Jason Momoa gets involved. Now actors I only expected to see from the other side of an autograph table are suddenly becoming a very real part of my life, my magic seems determined to cause chaos, and I'm starting to realize there may be a reason I was pulled toward Comic Con in the first place. I came here for autographs. Instead, I might be leaving with a whole lot more. Magic, actors, chaos, flirting, and absolutely no idea what's going to happen next. This is going to be Fun Fun Fun.