Arcane Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and let the last edge of daylight surround me. Tomorrow, the Blood Moon Festival would begin. And maybe everything would change. But for now, I was just me, Aria Lane, a scarred omega with a desperate hope and a future that seemed impossible to claim on my own.

"The universe is always conspiring in our favor, even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes." I sighed, fiddling with the silver lace of my sleeves. “It’s not just the whispers, Mom.” I hesitated. “Ciaran... he has no family here.” Mira tilted her head, her gaze full of empathy. “He has you, Ariana. And that’s more than enough. He’s marrying the daughter of an Alpha—he’s making his own family with you.” Her words were warm, but they couldn’t quite chase away the unease that had settled in my stomach. “I still want to see him,” I said, standing. “He picked out this dress. I need to reassure... him before the ceremony.”

He said and hugs her again. Anika didn't notice the tears started to stream down on her cheeks. She cried for the first time. She wanted to tell him how much she misses her parents but even she had no idea where are they and why they abandoned her in an orphanage. Ariana must be lucky to have a father like King Theus. "My Lord, it's a long story. I am Anika Perez of the new era and your daughter Ariana lives in my work now. We switch places by a liquid spell!" I told him everything and he can't believe what's happening.

As I ran towards the exam center, I couldn't help but wonder about Ariana. Meanwhile, Ariana picked at her nails as she looked towards the exam center. She hadn't bothered to revise anything over the weekend, but she still knew she would ace it like she always did. It was a natural gift. Maisie and Sabryna, her friends were conversing about the lacrosse team. they were counting the numbers and Ariana finally understood what those numbers meant. Apparently, they'd had a threesome with some dude called Peter, the captain of the lacrosse team last Saturday. It wasn't really a surprise anymore that those two had a strange kink.

Then he was gone, disappearing into the Special Collections with his ancient book, leaving me standing alone in the shadowy library with more questions than answers. I returned to my study table in a daze, but I couldn't focus on herbology anymore. My mind kept replaying the encounter, the electric shock when we touched, the way he'd said my surname like it meant something significant. Blackwood. White Luna bloodline. Ancient power. "It was just stress hallucinations," I whispered to myself, Dr. Chen's explanations echoing in my mind. "None of it was real." But what if some of it was? My phone buzzed with another text, this time from Quinn: Did you hear? Jaxon Cross is officially dating Cami

Lying atop a bed of blue flowers were Xavier and Layla. Aranna, the Ancient Fae sprinkled silver dust over them while muttering beneath her breath in ancient language. When she was done, she intertwined a piece of silver string around Xavier's left wrist and Layla's right wrist. Next, a blue glow encircled them and began to pulsate with energy. Aranna moved back finally and stood beside Riven who was silent and looking like hell. The more Layla remained unconscious, the more he blamed himself for sending her consciousness into another realm.

, don't you think his hatred should be pointed towards the bounts? This is getting more confusing although I'm thinking way ahead in the story and, something else may happen." Nick said, "Exactly just chill out and read." I said, and I laughed at his nervousness. "Death was a factor that lurked in the shadows and it always waited for a chance to pounce on its victims, it always waited for the right moment to get its place and suck the life out of people. Rex and Axel ran for their life but things got messy and Axel was in a tight position she fell sick as they tried to find a place to hide and lay low. No one wanted to help and this got them moving so far away from home than they ever intend

she hissed, and the loom unleashed a wave of crimson energy that knocked Jessica to her knees. The hollowness threatened to swallow her, but Kade’s roar, Selene’s light, Lucas’s defiance, and Bryan’s quiet strength pulled her back. She stood, her spark flaring one last time, and poured it into the loom, not to destroy but to rewrite. The crimson threads burned gold, and the nexus shook, its chaotic constellations realigning into the wolf and witch. Arachne screamed, her form flickering as the loom collapsed, its threads unraveling. “This is not the end!” she spat, her crimson eyes blazing. “The true weaver will rise again!”

"He tried to become the bridge. Instead, he shattered.” Kael spoke low. “Don’t become what he wanted to be.” “I won’t,” she said. She closed her eyes and reached down. The world dropped away, but not physically. But all sound, all stone, and all people blurred into a distant hum as Alessia’s luminous weave wove into the circles. Arcana’s structure rose around her in pure geometry—lines of light, glowing intersections, and spiraling equations made of luminescence instead of numbers. She saw where the Architect had hooked into it—his dark thread, his selfish reroutes, and his shortcuts that ignored balance.

I thought Alaric would choose Seraphina. But he didn't hesitate for a single second. He told Graves to throw them all out. "Tell them Wren is the bride I've chosen," he said coldly. "No one can replace her." Graves reported back that their faces had been something to see. I knew what they were feeling. Fear. They'd finally realized how badly they'd miscalculated. They'd angered Alaric. And they knew he wouldn't forget.