Arcane Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Anika said sadly. Slowly, the marks Anika had drawn on Arya's body began to glow, and Damian looked at her. "She's crossed. We can only wait and hope," Anika said. They both watched as the glow grew intense and blinding, until it gradually settled into a more steady frequency. ***

Arcane gasped when she landed in my arms. "I don't want to see you with him again." I told her. It was really difficult to suppress the bitterness. ______ Arcane POV: "And why would I do that? I like Marcus." I confessed. The moment those words came out of my mouth, his grip on my waist tightened. While his smouldering gaze was eating me raw from inside. "Take those words back." He said with the gritted teeth. If he could, he would have torn this place apart.

But this time, a golden thread shimmered between them, faint but undeniable, pulsing with every step he took toward her. Aria’s heart skipped. “What is that?” Caden’s voice was hushed, awed. “Our bond. It was always there.” The scene flowed forward, showing their first kiss under the Gala’s dim lights. The thread glowed brighter, a lifeline in the chaos. Then it leaped to the night of Rollan’s conception—a blur of tangled limbs and whispered vows. But as their love ignited, a shadow crept in, wrapping around the golden thread. Aria’s cursed blood awakened, a dark coil that lashed out, severing Caden’s wolf with a silent, brutal snap. The vision froze, the shadow thick and oppressive.

The creature skidded across the floor, shrieking. Kieran gasped, choking, eyes snapping open. His gaze locked on me—raw, shaken—then on the black tendrils still crawling over his skin. “Aria,” he whispered. “It’s inside me.” Mara’s smile turned pleased. “Yes,” she said. “Now the bond has a doorway.” My blood ran cold. Dax grabbed my wrist, voice rough. “She’s using Kieran as a bridge.” Mara lifted her hand. The cageborn stopped thrashing instantly, obedient.

he asks. I take a deep breath and nod my head, trusting him and knowing he will never do anything to hurt me. He takes my hand in his and slowly and carefully makes a small incision on my palm, then he makes one on his. He takes the knife away and interlocks our injured hands. He smiles and tells me, "I Alexandre LeBlanc the Lycan King allow you Arina DeLuca of the Shadowborne Pack a temporary entry into my mind" he places a kiss on my hand and gestures for me to formally accept "I Arina DeLuca of the Shadowborne Pack accept your temporary link," I say, he smiles "This way, even if we're in different places, we will always be connected." he says placing a kiss on my forehead. "Come on, we ne

"Drake, behave at your new school. Be nice to everyone and make friends with them. Don't act out," said Mary Lowe. "What's with you today? I'm telling you, Arcane Academy's top-tier. Once you're there... Drake, I'm talking to you." Drake had a long, vivid dream. After that final battle, they crossed a bridge, the air thick with strange incense. It hit him hard, pulling him into a dream he couldn't shake.

Relief rushed through me as the prospect of a peaceful future hit me. "I won’t say thank you for your help." Arlo pointed out. "Now hold out your arm." Obeying his command, I held up my arm and took in the arcana that had one-third of it missing. "You sure you don’t want to take advantage of the remaining time?" "No." "Then I wish you the best." Lowering my gaze, I watched as Arlo stuck his nail into the end of the arcana, making it start to glow. As he spoke in a strange tongue, it began to slowly fade along with the world around me until all that was left was darkness.

My voice fades slowly as I finish my story. Marael’s eyebrow goes up. “Kell? As in Kell Cross, brother of Mikhail Cross?” I nod my head, wary of her question. She throws her head back and claps boisterously. “Oh, this gets better and better.” She looks at a confused Taylor. “My former lover, Lukan, was obsessed with that Mikhail boy. For years he raged about his unwanted nephew and how he couldn’t wait to kill him. His obsession with the boy was almost boring.”

“There has to be another way.” “There isn’t,” I said softly. “I’ve seen them all.” I turned toward the ritual circle. “Magnus,” she said, panic breaking through her control. “If you cross this line, there’s no coming back.” I paused. Then I said, “They already crossed it for me.” I stepped into the circle. The runes ignited, hungry and alive. Aria screamed my name. The future screamed back. As the magic surged and the walls began to crack, one final truth settled deep in my bones.

My soul aches with love so big it feels divine already. “Thank you,” I whisper. “For staying.” He smiles soft, real, unguarded. “I’d follow you into heaven, hell, or whatever this is.” Clara snorts, a spark dancing between us. “This is worse,” she mutters. “It’s a group project.” I burst into bright, ringing laughter and then The vortex pulls us in. Moonfire. Stormlight. Gold. All three exploding into a blinding, all-consuming brilliance. This is the end of Aria.