Novel & Cerita Akame Ga Kill Crossover Fanfiction

The royal guards broke formation as the flagstones began to tilt toward the chasm. ​Through the steam and falling stone the masked killer raised his axe one final time. His eyes burned with amethyst fire behind his visor. He aimed the weapon not at Elara’s head but at the bond line that still pulsed between her chest and the dying Blackwood Alpha. ​"Let us see how the pack survives the deletion," the killer hissed. ​The axe came down fast, the violet blade cutting through the air toward the thread of her soul, just as Damon, his black flank exposed to Kaelen’s strike, threw his head back and began a transition. His midnight fur began to ignite with the same gold as her own.

“What do you hope to gain from destroying something so beautiful, Malachai?” ‎ ‎I turned my head slowly, pretending to look for someone else. “I believe I’m Kai now. Does your brain no longer serve you?” ‎ ‎Ren’s parents stepped forward, desperate. “Can we please have our son back? He’s good and innocent. He can easily be led astray.” ‎

The sting ignited something within me, and I turned to face him, meeting his gaze—the wicked smirk on his face fueled my determination to endure this torment and find a way out of this nightmare. "Ace and I used to be best friends back in high school," Malik whined, his voice tinged with bitterness. "I had a girlfriend, Ameka; she was everything to me. I thought she loved me—turns out she was just using me to get closer to Ambrose. I saw them kissing at a party one night, and he swore it was her who came on to him. That's why I kissed you, and I'm going to make sure he knows about it." Him sounding so childish only made his obsession more unsettling, a desperate attempt to entangle me in his

KHLOE’S POV. “Hi girlfriend.” I heard him say in his deep masculine voice as he leaned in to place a kiss on my forehead. His right hand going around my waist. I felt anger, and hatred surge through me. My eyes landing on the same lips he had spat on me with, few days ago, days before my death. I suddenly felt the urge to puke on him. Why? Why him of all Wolves? Why did the moon goddess have to mate me to the same Wolf that made my first life a living hell?

Akiko moved instinctively, but Glen stopped her with a single arm. "Stay still." One shot. Then another. Silence followed. To Glen, pulling the trigger required no emotion-only decision. He lowered the gun with unsettling ease, as if what he'd just done was nothing more than routine. "That's what happens when you cross me," Glen said. "Why...?" Akiko whispered. "Why did you kill her?" "Because I can." "People fight to survive," Akiko said softly. "And you destroy them like they're nothing." The gun pressed against her forehead.

That tone… He yanked open the curtain. Across the street, on a bench, Misaki Kanzaki, the mysterious transfer student, waved at him cheerfully— A lanyard hung around her neck: Cape Amagi Tourism Association. “What the hell is going on?!” That night, Takuto had a long, long dream. In it, he was twenty-five again, standing at the cliff’s edge at Cape Amagi. In his arms, Risa lay dying. “The company went bankrupt…” she coughed blood. “The yakuza won’t let me live. I didn’t want to drag you down…”

says Ayame and gets interrupted in the middle by Makimi- “Stop palpitating!! I’m running as fast as I can… HECK! I’M CARRYING NATSUKO WHILE I’M AT IT!!!” and they continue to run through the halls. Ayame drifts while running and takes a turn. Following her Makimi takes a turn too. They stop for a second and take a peek in the hall. Slimy tentacles come at full speed for them and they start running again. “This is exactly why I hate people who make such fanfics…”

Wait, I'm being stupid. 'Kat, where are you? Are you okay?' I link her. I could've just done that all along. 'I- ,' she links, cutting off before she can actually tell me anything. The pit of my stomach drops, as I feel a deep pain root itself inside me, almost knocking me to the floor. What the hell is happening? 'I'm coming... I'll find you' I tell her. Amikat's POV ***TW: Graphic Depiction of Sexual Assault and Stong Insinuation of Rape***

Akira's hand tightened on the dagger, and she raised it, ready to stab Kaida. "Now," I said, my voice low and deadly. "Now, Akira. Kill her." Akira's eyes locked on Kaida, and she took a step closer. "Akira, don't!" The fake Kaida screamed, but Akira didn't listen. With a swift and precise, deadly motion, Akira pushed the dagger into Kaida's heart. Kaida's eyes widened in shock, and she fell to the ground, dead for the second time. Akira stood over her, the dagger still in her hand, her eyes flashing with triumph.

He thought of every cruel word he had spoken in that hall, every moment of cold rejection he had forced himself through for the sake of an alliance that suddenly felt meaningless compared to the thought of Adrian, alone and possibly bleeding, somewhere in the dark forest. *What have I done?* A knock sounded at his study door. One of his trackers entered, expression grim, holding a torn scrap of fabric in his outstretched hand. "Alpha," the tracker said carefully, "we found this near the edge of the training grounds, close to where the blood trail was discovered. It matches the description of what the kitchen boy was wearing the night of the ceremony." Cassian took the fabric with trembling h