Arcane Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Their journey is filled with obsession, painful secrets, scorching tension, and the kind of love that burns everything down before it can rebuild something stronger. Writing their story reminded me that sometimes the most dangerous collisions are the ones that save us. To every reader who loves morally gray heroes, strong heroines who refuse to bend, and romances that hurt before they heal this one’s for you. Thank you for taking this ride with me. I hope Lucien and Ariana leave tire marks on your heart. Buckle up. It’s going to be a wild one. With gratitude and adrenaline, Mel ~Ariana Cross~ I was late again.

She grabs them out of the rose garden and runs through the hallways. “But, m-my queen—you shouldn’t be running. This is---“ “With me, I’ll make sure the two of you will always be happy!” Aria smiles at them with determination on her face. She has decided. She will change her fate –the fate of crossbreeds and the system of the new Utopia. Just like what she has read about the archaeon book, she has decided to bring things back to where it all begins…

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

Now I could stay in here and think about what I'd say in my defense when I get questioned for being the Lycan's date. I curled against my bed, wishing I had at least Nancy to talk to about my feelings. Thinking of Lycan have me a strange knot in my stomach. I groaned, shaking the thoughts out of my head. It was wrong for me to think of Lycan in this manner, he was forbidden. I shook my head and decided to take a proper nap, I needed it after all that's happened the last two days. **

Instead, he nodded and said, "I see. Well, if you need anything else, don't hesitate to call me." I nodded, thanking him again before turning to leave. As I walked out of Spencer's house, I felt like my whole world had been turned upside down. Arianna's father was Alpha Dean, which meant that she was Elijah's niece. Why hadn’t I connected the dots when Elijah showed up unannounced in my house? I didn't even want to think about it. I just knew that I had to get back to the hospital and see Arianna. I had to know if she was really the one.

How the blue moon sacrifice required of me was that I had to reject Samantha again to keep my crown or wed Lily and keep her as my mistress, which I did refuse. "Are you saying Lily and Finn are mates too?" Samantha asked, surprised still. "Yes." She sighs deeply. "It's all too... shocking and scary," she admitted. "I know it can be scary too." "No, you don't understand. I remember everything," she said, confusing me this time. "What?" "Alaric, the matriarchs at Arcana Hills, they are hybrids." I paused for a moment trying to process her words better. She looked very serious about what she was saying.

he growled in my ear, “that went to see the pathetic Apex brothers when I heard they were taken?” I moaned, voice high and shaky. “Y-Yes…” And then he slid another finger inside me. My entire body clenched at the sudden stretch, the shock of it, pleasure tightening like a drawn bow about to snap. I was close. So fucking close. My fingers dug into his forearm as I gasped, “Damon—faster. Please—please—” His lips brushed my ear, a smirk laced into his voice. “I found out something,” he said, still pumping into me, his thumb merciless on my clit. “Aria… is the fated mate to the Apex brothers.”

My eyes moved down the page, faster now. The door slammed against its frame, hard, wood cracking somewhere near the hinge. "Whatever you just read—" Alexander started. Another crash. "—don't say it out loud." I got to the last line, and something in my chest went cold. This condition wasn't just about the inheritance. It was about the marriage. Another crash. The door began to splinter down the middle. Aridian grabbed my hand. "Whatever happens," he said, "stay behind me." I clutched the document against my chest as the door finally gave way

"Your daughter will be safe. I am sorry it took me too long to do this. However, I will also be sending someone else for her. She must not be alone now that she conceives. Forgive me for my decision." Suddenly, the gust of wind within the chamber surged violently, whipping through the room like an unrelenting tempest. The vortex at the center of the magic circle swirled with ferocious intensity, its light pulsating brighter than ever. Alaric's body, suspended in the vortex, began to dissolve—fading piece by piece into shimmering fragments of light, each part of him drawn into the portal.

Whoever wielded that dagger was no Rogue or Bear. I fear that whoever killed Marisa might do the same to me, Tamara, or even Nancy if I don’t escape on my birthday; assuming that the curse doesn’t kill me first if I mate with Atwood. There’s no time to ponder over this, however. Nancy and I fall asleep early after our excursion to the witch’s hut, holding each other in my bed out of fear and anxiety.