I'm Crossmare trash, so yea Cover: Kmi on Tumblr :3

They first came as individuals, people caught up in the Nuclear blast of Craitown. But people soon realised that the infected numbers were increasing. Cities were swarmed by mobs of what the few remaining survivors dubbed as 'Zombies'. The virus messed with their brains, driving them insane with a crazy instinct to kill. Survivors fled, taking refuge in defended shelters, sticking in groups. But nothing can keep the infected back. No defences. No weapons. No running. With numbers steadily rising and the living population dying out, the world is still no closer to finding a cure. And now people are starting to wonder, is this really the end of the world? DISCLAMER: This book contains horribly OOC characters and I as the author thoroughly dislike this book so don't have high hopes Cover credit: Avri_02 on Tumblr

Dear, Nightmare, Cross, Error, Dust, Horror, Killer, Lust, Reaper, Geno, Ink, Dream, Blue Hey guys, It's me...Sci, So uh, I've just discovered something really cool. And I mean like, really cool. I was wandering if ALL of you could come down to my lab this afternoon so I can show you this thing. I promise you'll love it! -Sci- Nightmare frowned and looked at Error, who had been reading over his shoulder. He simply shrugged in response. "Eh, might as well, I'm bored and we've got nothing to do. What could possibly go wrong?" What could possibly go wrong...? Ehehehehe I wonder.

For millennia, rules had been set down in concrete for gods and mortals; -No God should ever make contact with a mortal -Bringing mortals to the immortal realm is forbidden -Visiting the mortal realm is allowed, but as long as NO contact with mortals is made - NEVER fall in love with a mortal If these rules were broken, the punishments could range from loss of powers, demotion, or complete banishment from the upper realm. These rules meant everything. But as always, there's always the odd few that assume the rules don't apply to them... -There's also a lot of Crossmare in this :3- Cover credit: Lunar-Chan on Tumblr

For the Crossmare anniversary uwu This is a hunger games Undertale crossover because I'm starting to run out of original ideas. --- "I-I dreamed it was m-me... M-My name was p-pulled out." "I know, I know..." He whispered, pressing the smaller's face into his chest. "But it's not real. Your name will only be in there once, they're not going to pick you." "B-But if th-they d--" "They won't Chara, they won't." He closed his eyes, gently rocking his brother in his arms. He could remember having horrible nightmares the day before the Reaping. It happened to everyone. Fear could do just about anything to someone."It won't be you, I promise." "You can't promise s-something like that..." He mumbled weakly. "Watch me." He smiled softly, pressing a kiss against Chara's forehead. The smaller tried to return the smile, but couldn't. "A-And what if you're the one picked?" Cross shook his head softly, rubbing his back. "I wont be Chara, I won't be." "Promise?" He whispered, looking up at him with watering eyes. He nodded, gently wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "I promise it won't be either of us, okay?" "You never break a promise..." "Exactly." --- uwu Cover Credit: Pea_Neko on Pintrest

This is an Undertale book! High school's tough for everyone. Everyone has something they hate or dislike about it. We all face problems and have our good and bad days. So how will a bunch of skeletons cope with living the life of a student? This is my second book and shall include all of my favourite sanscest ships. Enjoy!

This is for the Crossmare anniversary 3rd July :3 Long ago an ancient chest containing all the gems and riches was kept under lock and key at the palace of the royals. The chest was a target. Pirates from all around the world would come to try steal its riches. But the chest held a curse. "If a pirate takes this chest and steals its riches, may a curse be set on them and the whole world." To keep the world safe, the royals hid the crate, locking it up along with a riddle. The key for the chest was entrusted with their closest and most reliable friend. The oceans been at peace for years now. But the holder of the key died, leaving it to his son, and with the pirates on his trail, its only a matter of time before the world collapses and falls out of balance Crossmare Cover credit: onebizarrekai on Tumblr.