She wasn't looking for redemption. He wasn't interested in salvation. A chance meeting leads to new alliances, but safety is only an illusion. Fate has made its move, but it will only carry them so far. After that you have to choose: fight or die. The world ended the day the dead rose. Can she build a life in what remains or is fate not done yet? (Daryl x OFC) ~ I tried to stay true to the characters, and with the addition of some original scenes, this will follow the TV show (eventually). There will be some minor and major changes along the way. Hope you like them. Enjoy! I don't own/have any rights to TWD or its characters, scenes, etc. However, my characters (especially Alex) and the plot lines I have created are my own. Please do not plagiarize.

Highest Rank: #1 Alien 6-21-21 WARNING: This contains Xenophile (Alien / Human smut) If you don't find interest then that, this is not the place to be. Thanks! Or Skip the chapter. 18+ ______________________ The year is 3999. Nearly a thousand years after a alien infection was set loose by the intelligent lifeforms know as Irinaut. No one knows exactly how they were able to make such a infection, but it was capable of destroying nearly all life on Earth. Those who couldn't hide or make it to the ships to escape their home planet, were left for the Irinauts. These alien lifeforms were capable of controlling human bodies, infecting them with their black dust, impregnating fertile human female's, and growing the Irinaut's massive companions, the Yeti's, a less evolved version of the Irinaut. Earth is gone. Nothing more then a ball of dust. After the people fled on ships, they traveled to their new hope. It was a place of solitude. The human race was able to flee from the foreign infection, but for how long? Luna was frozen on the ship. For nearly a 200 years, their ship had traveled. Many people had been placed in a cryogenic state. That of which kept them from aging as they made their way out of the infection. For them, a place of safety, The Solar Sun. The Solar Sun space ship was the closest landing unit in the solar system. Many others would have to be traveled to after refueling and preparing for another two or three centuries of being in a cryogenic state. For Luna, the girl hopes that space would be her escape from the aliens that destroyed their Earth, but that was only the beginning. Upon arrival, the ship is found infested. Luna and a small team of scientists had come in hopes for finding a cure for the strange virus, only to find the virus had taken over most of The Solar Sun, following a few escaped Irinauts. The Solar Sun is their last hope, and their last escape from these beings, but what's to be found there will change everything.

Willow was a survivor long before she touched the stars. She survived the woods, the Men who hunted her, and the crushing isolation of the world she left behind. Now, the Librarian is a Ghost no more. On the sulfur-choked surface of Malakor and within the cold, sterile walls of the Lab, Willow has been stripped, tested, and transformed. She has seen the face of a Rival Elder who views her as a parasite, and she has felt the sting of a world that wants her silenced. She is no longer just a shadow-she is a Witness to the ancient, bloody laws of the Yautja. The Grendel King didn't just bring her to his world; he brought her into his orbit. He is a Mountain of obsidian and ancient fury, a ruler who demands silence and commands blood. He has stood between Willow and the monsters of both their kinds, but his protection comes with a price. The tether has been pulled tight. The "Weight of the Claim" is heavy, and on Yautja Prime, there is no such thing as a choice. As the King's enemies gather and the court of Elders watches for a single moment of weakness, Willow must decide: will she remain the fragile Spark the King protects, or will she become the fire that burns his enemies to ash? The Mountain does not stand for just anyone. But once the Claim is made, the stars themselves will have to move to break it.

Willow didn't come to the wilderness to die. She came to find peace. But the deeper she hiked, the more the trees seemed to shift, swallowing the trail until she was nothing but a lost soul in a green labyrinth. Then she found the hunters. Men who weren't looking for deer, but for something-someone-vulnerable. Willow thought her story ended in the dirt under their boots. Until the King arrived. Almost nine feet of bronze, bone, and ancient fury, he didn't just save her; he decimated the darkness. He is a nightmare from the stars, a silent executioner who never asked for a shadow. In the suffocating silence of the forest, he is the only thing that feels real to her. He can rattle his blades and roar until the leaves shake, but as long as his heavy footfalls lead the way, Willow is safe from the monsters of her own kind. He wants her to run. He wants her to fear him. But she has already seen the worst the world has to offer, and she is staying right behind him. Book One: The King's Shadow Book Two: The King's Claim

After the fall of Earth, the last remnants of humanity's resistance are crushed beneath the might of the Eksese - a powerful alien race sent to colonize and harvest the planet's resources for their homeworld. Among the captured rebels is Maren, a fighter who refuses to bow even in defeat. Her defiance catches the attention of Commander Korath, a stoic warrior bred for conquest, not compassion. Bound by the circumstances of war, their uneasy coexistence begins to shift into something far more complicated. Maren, scarred by loss but unbroken in spirit, begins to see the cracks in her captor's armor - a soldier learning what peace and companionship might mean. Korath, in turn, finds himself fascinated by the woman who dares to challenge him, drawn to her strength and the strange warmth she awakens in him. But as their connection deepens, it threatens to undo them both. To the Eksese, Maren is a conquered enemy; to her own people, a traitor. For Korath, she's a political liability to be used against him. Yet within the quiet of his quarters, something forbidden takes root - a fragile understanding that may be the only bridge between their worlds. A story of defiance, longing, and impossible tenderness in the aftermath of war, where even the conqueror can be conquered by the heart. *** WARNINGS: 18+ content and human trafficking (theme, non-explicit).

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

After getting put in an unfortunate position and being forced into Murkoffs sick therapy, you complete the first coupple just barley. Your body barley hanging on. Then one day, a certain trial changes everything. a/n: Yall you guys I'm writing this because I have a sick love for this ugly fat ugly man. I hope y'all love it too, or at least hate it enough to laugh at it </3

Working under Madame Margot, the notorious chem-baroness, was not your first career choice. You were aware of the dangers associated with your current position; your past experiences in The Vyx taught you to remain vigilant. The Firelights seek to recruit you to assist in dismantling her operations, offering safety and a sense of community in return. You contemplate their offer, viewing it as an opportunity to escape your current life, and ultimately agree to their proposition. (This story takes place several months after the events of Arcane.) (This story takes place several months after the events of Arcane.) 2.14 UPDATE: Currently rewriting older chapters! Rewritten: 1-3 Working on: 4

Vawm Syulang-Dark Flower Long ago, she was not Na'vi at all, but a thanator pup, raised by her mother deep within Pandora's forest and taught the balance of Eywa. When fire tore through the jungle. Neteyam notices her not for what she can do, but for how she is-quiet, steady, and unafraid to stand alone. Their bond grows slowly through shared stillness, trust, and unspoken understanding. Oc x Neteyam Best friends- lovers Avatar the way of water, avatar fire & ash

The time of war had ended. Peace flourished as the remnants of the RDA fled the Western Frontier, only leaving behind scraps of metal as proof they'd ever been there. For a time, Pandora began to heal. She reclaimed what the sky-people had ruined, stitching the wounds of time closed with root and vine. Life moved forward. The Resistance turned its focus to the living world Ewya breathed. Alma settled into her human body again. Ri'nela learned what it meant to carry the weight of a tsahìk's voice. Teylan shaped metal and wires into something meant to protect, rather than destroy. Yet, Tamtey did not find peace. Sleep brought the memories of TAP that haunted her, driving her from her bed night after night. Only the soft wind beneath unfamiliar stars offered any peace. She was rarely alone for long. So'lek always found her there, sharing quiet hours until the dawn chased away the dark, trading dreams and the horrors that kept them awake. Still, the forest shook with unease. Ewya's song wavered, strained by something distant -- quickly approaching. Smoke stained the horizon. Thin and gray, whispering against the clouds. A single flake of ash drifted down, landing on top of Tamtey's bouncing knee. So'lek reached out and swiped it away, pinching it until it vanished. "Ash..." he murmured, gaze fixed on the rising plumes beyond the trees. "And fire," Tamtey replied, her voice unwavering. The forest fell silent around them. Even the animals did not cry out. A new enemy was coming.