Arcane Crossover Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

I gasped, clutching my chest as an agonized scream tore from my throat. The dark, bruised mark on my neck erupted into a harsh, glowing crimson light that lit up the entire infirmary. The heat beneath my skin felt like molten lava pouring through my veins. "Sierra!" Cassian shouted, his eyes widening in pure horror as he tried to grab my arms. "Stay back!" I cried out, but it was already too late. A violent wave of raw, uncontrolled arcane energy exploded outward from my chest in a blinding flash of crimson fire. The sheer force of the magic slammed into Cassian, blasting him backward across the room and shattering the stone wall behind him.

Panic gnawed at the edges of my control, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Through the swirling chaos, my gaze landed on her. Arcania. Clad in a tattered crimson that seemed to lick at the edges of the flames already erupting around her, she stood in the heart of the carnage, her eyes burning with an unholy light. Each flick of her wrist unleashed bolts of crackling energy, striking down students with sickening thuds. A chilling cold creeps through me when I realize that Farrah and the twins were somewhere in this hellscape. A cold fury, sharp as a shard of ice, lances through me. Every rational thought evaporates, replaced by a primal urge to reach Arcania, to tear her li

never could I repay such kindness though I do thank you till my last breath for holding my hand as I ache it makes me think of our history like the time we first met my goal is to give you that gift again that sense of endless possibilities once I get back to 100% I promise that's where we'll be Don't give up on Kai, Xara. He needs you now more than ever. It might seem as if he doesn't care about you. But deep down he cares, deep down he's falling for you and he's scared. Fight for your marriage Xara, I know you can and you will. Yours faithfully, Your biggest fan, Anon. Xara reread the message wondering who it could be from. Because it was addressed as an anonymous fan. Who are you? She sil

I turned to leave, but then I bumped into Akira a few steps away from the door. “I'm sorry…” she mumbled, trying to steady herself. For someone who just asked me to get some rest, she looked more tired than I. She had a wrinkle on her forehead, which for Akira was a crime. She hadn't noticed that and I'm sure it was because of how drained she was. But I needed her to do something else. “Can you perform a Transpositio Arcanum spell?” I asked. Her brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you need an exchange spell for? You know we can't transfer the Neurophaga that way…” she responded.

Xavier’s POV The scent of burnt ozone still clung to the stone walls. I stood in the shattered entrance to the council chamber, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The runes etched into the archway — meant to repel any Lycan, king or not — were fractured, spiderwebbing out from where Marcus had rammed us through. The council scattered from my path like leaves in a storm, but I wasn’t here for them. I was here because the world had shifted… because something ancient had grazed Alara. Because a corrupted rogue had looked at her — at my mate — and spoken of a master. A master who wanted her.

And she ended up falling for a warrior-king named Aurelio el Dorado—a blue eyed Alpha who ruled the ancient lands of Spain with fierce loyalty and honor. Their forbidden love affair lasted seven months before the other gods discovered it and in their fury, they cursed Aurelio's bloodline so that his descendants would bear the weight of their crime. Seeing disasters they couldn't prevent, and with Selena carrying Aurelio's child, she intertwined her own power with the curse, creating the Mark of Arcane— which will serve as the vessel of blocking away all miseries that were to fall upon any of her and Aurelio's descendants. The vessel will have the power to heal, to foresee and even…….to bring

“He’s rewriting Alaric’s identity—layering himself over it.” “Then we stop it,” Seraphina said. “Pull him out.” Mara pulled out the Codex. “We need an anchor spell. Something to bind him to this body before he forgets who he is completely.” “I’ll go in,” Seraphina said. Lucan grabbed her wrist. “It’s too dangerous.” She met his eyes. “If we wait, we lose him.” He nodded reluctantly. Mara began tracing the circle around the bed. “Seal the gate. Keep her tethered.”

"She's gone, Jake. Really gone." "Who's gone?" Tom appeared behind Jake, equally confused and half-dressed. "Aria. She left the pack." Marcus ran his hands through his hair frantically. "I need your help. We have to search everywhere - hotels, safe houses, anywhere she might go." Jake and Tom exchanged worried glances. "Okay, slow down," Jake said carefully. "Why don't you start from the beginning? What happened?" Marcus told them everything - the overheard conversation, the fake pregnancy, the miscarriage he'd caused. With each word, his friends' expressions grew more horrified.

They kissed — slow and deep — before continuing to their room. The wedding had been beautiful. The real work had only just begun. And as the sun set on their first full day of marriage, Raven Winterstar and Victoria Rose — Necromantress and Blood Princess — prepared to face whatever came next. Side by side. Bound in shadow. Bound in blood. Bound in love. The realms were shifting. Alliances were forming. And somewhere in the distance, the Demonkin stirred once more. **The Road to Arcadia** The carriage rattled along the western road, wheels grinding over broken stone and ash-strewn earth. Inside, the air was thick with incense and unspoken tension.