In a world where the dead walk and the living betray, survival is everything. She built her fortress brick by brick, hidden behind towering walls and guarded by a loyal pack of dogs she raised from helpless pups. To outsiders, it's a paradise in the apocalypse: fruit trees heavy with food, a garden full of life, and safety from the horrors clawing at the world beyond. But she hides more than her home. Behind the bandana covering her face lies a secret-fangs sharpened against her will, a reminder of the monsters who once forced her to kill. Now, silence is her shield, and her dogs are her only family. When she saves a boy and his brothers from a swarm of the undead, her careful world begins to change. Trust is dangerous. Attachment is deadly. Yet as raiders descend upon her haven, destroying everything she's fought to protect, she'll discover that the very curse she despises may be the weapon that saves them all. Fangs of Survival: The Zombie Plague is a heart-pounding tale of loyalty, loss, and love in a shattered world-where sometimes the fiercest monster is the one humanity created.

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ✦ ◦•≫ ──── ≪ │ Surviving The End _______________________________________ │Cast aside by a world that mistook her for infected, Aisha now sees the crumbling of humanity's reign over their miserable world. It's time for something new, something stronger. Something deadlier. │ The world has descended into chaos. Aisha wakes, disoriented and... surprisingly alive. Or at least, something close to it. She quickly learns that humanity is no longer alone-creatures have mutated far beyond recognition, and she is no exception... _______________________________________ │Follow the journey of Aisha as she becomes a survivor in a dead world.

I'm not who they think I am. A docile girl who meekly obeys her stepmother and stepsisters. Some kind of sick angel who cheerfully bears their mistreatment. That's what I WANT them to think. Because then they won't suspect what I'm really up to. The ball, the prince - it's all part of my plan to come out on top. Stepmother and her demented daughters will pay for every floor I have scoured, every sneer I have borne. They don't know about the white magic, how I use it to enhance myself. They can't see that my heart is black as midnight, rotten as a poisoned apple. They're about to find out.

A princess desperate to protect her child. A lone wolf learning to live again. A kingdom in trouble. And a whimsical little boy who sees what others can't. FOSTER I'm a lone wolf in every sense. Scarred, secretive, and unexpectedly adopted into a ragtag family. When a prince from the Woodland Realm proposes an exchange of favors, I'm sent north to the Ice Cloud Kingdom. Just gather intel. Report back. Simple. Then they drag her into the throne room. Battered, proud, and burning with a defiance I can't ignore. Suddenly, it's not a mission anymore. It's personal. ISOLDE I'm a young widow whose only purpose is protecting my son from my former father-in-law. I never expected to forge an alliance with a wolf shifter or to want more from him than safety. After all I've endured, how can I feel this way for a man I barely know? Still, he's my only chance, and the longer we're together, the more I wonder if I may be his, too. EIRWYN I'm just a little boy, but I know Mama's been sad for a long time. She tries to hide it from me, but I can see it. Then we end up in Isenheim where the ice is mean and rude, and a wolf giant takes her away from me. He'll bring her back, though. Stories never end with mothers staying gone. And once he does, the three of us can figure out how to make the ice nice again.

Death. A beautiful mercy some long for, yet never receive. They say it's the end-but why hasn't it been hers? Perhaps it's the gods whispering: Right the mistakes of the past. Her life was never truly hers. Gilded in jewels and fine silks, she lived a fragile peace-until her father shattered it. He forced her into a loveless marriage with the Archduke, a union meant to mend family grudges but brought her nothing but humiliation. While her husband loved another-a commoner-she faded into the background, forgotten. Still, she clung to peace. But her father had other plans. He used her to betray the only man she ever loved, pushing her into a fatal mistake. Yet death was not the end. It was only the beginning. #1 - secondchance #1- powerfulwoman #1- politicalmarriage #1- wattpadoriginals. #1- nobility #1-darkpast

【 ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ꜰ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍ!ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ 】 This world has never felt real to you, especially when you found yourself obsessed with a certain boy in your class. It doesn't help that you felt some kind of force whispering to you to kill him in order to prove your love. So, you did. Strangely, the world seemed to be against him dying, because you found time kept repeating itself each time he died. You kept murdering him until a sudden epiphany dawned on you, as if you had broken away from the force controlling you. You were a character in a game-a villain who would always kill the protagonist. However, as if the developers knew you were no longer controllable, they replaced you so the boy you were obsessed with would still die and time would never move forward. Hence, you took it upon yourself to protect him. But why does the protagonist seem to be acting strange?

I died because of a car accident. And when I opened my eyes, I couldn't move my body at all. 'Am I crippled?' Turns out that I didn't die, but I was inside the novel【 Protect me, Kyle 】A story that my friend once created. The worst part was, the person who I was possessed in was Sabrina Collin Elsteel. She was one of the famous villains inside the story. 'And......... I transmigrated before the story started. In short, I was inside the body of a ten years old Sabrina.' In the original story, Sabrina died because of the murder she tried the attempt to kill the female lead. But looking at the current situation, I'm still a child and I had a lot of time left before the original story started. So I prepared myself for any problems to come. At first, I tried to act like a naïve and kind child, but- "Fufu, Lady Sabrina is so plastic! I bet even if the dog were to eat her, the dog would vomit and throw her up. Her attitude can't be eaten, not even a rat can." I was the main topic of the gossip. Even a peasant and servants bad-mouthed me. "Sabrina? that ugly daughter of count Marcus Cusar? That bitch looks ugly as hell!" I even heard a curse that came out from the mouths of the royals. No matter what I did, it seems that the world treats me as a bad person and that won't change. Never. "I'm sick of pretending to be a kind-hearted child." She swallowed her dry saliva, then she lifted the corner of her red lips and narrowed one of her crimson eyes. "It's not that bad if I became a villain right?" She mumbled to herself. "A story without the villains is boring after all."

Frida died on the battlefield with no family to mourn her-only a comrade she saved, and a quiet hope that she might see the man she loved but never confessed to. He too had perished in war. A soldier. An orphan. A soul full of quiet regrets. Her only comfort in life? The stories she devoured in secret-especially the ones about loved daughters finally finding a place to belong. But fate had something stranger in store. When she wakes again, it's not her body she returns to-but that of Nej, the veiled, forgotten princess from the last novel she read. Scarred, unloved, and pushed aside-a tragic villainess who had once moved Frida's heart. Now, somehow, Frida is inside her. But it's not just reincarnation. It's inheritance. Nej, it seems, had turned back time-returning to the moment she was scarred by her mother's blade. Too broken to face her past again, she summoned the one soul who had mourned her in silence: Frida. A girl who shared her pain. A girl who also bore a scar from her first battle. A girl who would take her place. Now, with both their memories tangled inside her, Frida-as-Nej carries more than just a royal name. She carries two lifetimes of sorrow, and a vow to break the cycle: She will fulfill Nej's unspoken regrets. She will reclaim her own life. And she will shatter the gilded cage of royalty-sword in hand. Because this time, she's not living for duty or death. She's living for freedom.

Summary: In her previous life, she had trusted the wrong person with her heart. She had thrown everything away for that man, dooming her entire family to the point where even their bones had become ash in the wind. In this life, she caught his fancy. Upon starting her life over, she joined hands with her undead husband; punching white boned demons, fighting fox spirits... In the midst of this chaotic world, she joins him in pursuit of a common goal... *The Undead here is specifically a Zombie, but not the western zombie, but the Chinese Hopping Zombie which drinks blood instead of eating brains likes western zombies. So we didn't use zombie because it would give the wrong image... or use Vampire which technically covers all blood-drinking creatures because it isn't that either.