Arcane Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"If we'd saved it for Zeke, he'd have been cured ages ago!" At that, she closed her eyes tightly, tears sliding down her cheeks. From Roxanne's expression, Evan sensed a deep, crushing regret. He bared his teeth in a calm smile. "No need to regret it. Everything you did for me, I'll return to you." Whether it was restoring the drug or making Mr. Wells suffer at the hands of Anya's father, he could do it all. He just needed time. The Ninefold Arcane Arts were his greatest foundation and his ultimate trump card.

I didn't die. I was told later that Alaric had let his wolf fully loose and torn every assassin in the castle to pieces. He brought back an exiled old herbalist—Agnes. Gray hair. Hands rough and calloused. The clan called her a crazy hag. She peeled open my eyelids, examined the poisoned arrow. "Wolfsbane on the tip," she muttered. "Enough poison to kill an entire pack of wolves." She studied me for a long time, like I was something that shouldn't exist.

He never slipped up once and I never noticed anyone trailing me or trying to do something to me. Even though I started to doubt that there was any danger, I kept Reyna at a distance. While I developed Arcane Realm, however, I planted based a lot of my ideas on her and the dream I had of being with her. It started as me placing easter eggs in the game, which referenced her in some way. From an item that I noticed on her desk at some point, to using her favorite color when choosing a color for something. I also programmed special things in the game, that would only be activated if she and I were married in the game.

Because she is out there. Waiting. Plotting. And whatever she's planning, it’s not going to be pretty. But tonight? Tonight, the Arcane-Oracle Pack is whole. We have two new heirs. We’ve made history. And I swear to whatever gods are listening, I will burn the fucking world down before I let anyone take that away from us. Not even me. Let the beast come. I’m ready. *** Zane Wynter One year.

I let him in. “I’m sorry I'm late my lord.” Clayton bowed his head in apology. “No matter, what's your news?” “Everything is clouded with the gossip surrounding Arkane’s fiance going missing.” Clayton shook his head. “Her brother, Greyson Smythe, swears she just ran away and is threatening to strangle her when he finds her. But, Arkane is circulating the idea that she has been taken.” I heaved a heavy sigh. “Of course. That's exactly what we need right now.”

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

she whispered, voice trembling. “Because you survived what my mate could not,” Damon said, his tone both tender and painful. “Because the moon saw your strength. And because only you can carry the burden ahead.” Ariana stepped into the circle. The moment her foot touched the forest floor, energy surged through her like wildfire. Her vision blurred, the ground vanished, and she was no longer in the clearing. She stood in a vast hall bathed in red and silver light. Shadows flickered along the walls, twisting into shapes that whispered her name. At the far end of the hall knelt a figure—Damon’s mate—her eyes haunted, full of sorrow and warning.

As Starwyn’s healing magic washed over them, easing the deep, burning ache in their muscles, Zeyric felt Thalen’s thumb brush reassuringly against his knuckles. The Vice-Headmaster was defeated, the stolen core energy was restored, and the academy was finally safe from the rot within its upper echelons. But as the distant murmurs of the stunned faculty and student body washed over them, Zeyric knew their lives would never be the same again. They weren't just survivors anymore. They were bonded, fused together by magic and blood in a way the academy had never seen before and might never fully understand.

"She’s gone, Aran. Hank took the kid. He was supposed to bring him to Bayou, but he never showed up." "My…son?" Aran breathed, his chest tightening. "Chloe can’t be dead. I’d feel it. The connection’s still there." He hesitated, rubbing his temple. "I’m not…fully healed yet." "Ava," Lucas said suddenly, as if remembering she was there. "Sorry, this is Aran. My sister’s mate. Aran, this is Ava. My…fated mate." "Nice to meet you, Ava," Aran said, though his focus was elsewhere. "You two carry on. I need to feed again." He turned to Lucas. "We need to talk."

“Then you also know you cannot escape what’s coming. Lycus rules Lunaris. So I suggest you cooperate.” Aria’s heart pounded violently. This would not end well. She felt it in her bones, yet she clung to a flicker of hope. “What exactly did Lycus order you to do?” Canice thought of his sister waiting desperately for surgery. And he thought of Sandra, now legally mated to Lycus. Aria would never be Luna now. Aria had no power, no bloodline behind her. Sandra, however, was Lycus’s official mate.