Arknights Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

“You need a little distraction.” I try to think about something else—anything else—so that I can manage to get home in one piece. But rainbows and puppies aren’t what come to mind. Instead, I get flashes of dancing with Arnold Brighton. His soulful eyes. His masculine scent. And his beard—oh, his glorious fucking beard. He’s my every dark and dirty fantasy come-to-life. A muscled, tatted former military man with rough hands and a soft heart that he hides behind that guarded exterior.

This is what every bride dreams of… except I feel like I’m sitting with the wrong groom. I shouldn’t be looking their way, but my eyes keep on falling on them. Arkyn’s refusal to look at me all evening causes my heart to beat too fast for me to catch up with it. He’s the one who kissed me with his fiancee waiting for him, so why is he mad at me? What’s with the anger when he has someone else? This will all be over soon since our paths will go in different directions after today; I’ll be moving to Norway and he’ll be taking over as Alpha with a Luna in tow. Whatever happened in my bridal chamber should not have happened, no matter how right it felt.

Nayla asked back, it would be very awkward if Reno knew that they had kissed, even though the one controlling her body was Arkan. Nayla thought that before this Arkan had borrowed Reno's body and did many things with him, even hugged Nayla, that might be one of the things that made Reno very awkward with him. But what Nayla feels is getting closer and gradually getting comfortable with Reno, maybe at first because Nayla felt that Reno was similar to Arkan even though she didn't know that in Reno's body there was actually Arkan's spirit, but precisely because Nayla didn't know about it before, so what he saw was the real Reno.

“The Ailuranthrope, the first of our kind, was bound to all of you because she was the mother of your true mates. But she is gone. I carry her power, but I am not her.” For the first time, hesitation flickers across their expressions. The truth shakes them. But one of them isn’t willing to accept it. Kaiden Nightwalker, the most volatile of the three, steps forward. His jaw clenches, his dark presence crackling with raw energy. “No.” His voice is firm. Unyielding. “I feel it. You are mine.” Jasmine shakes her head. “You’re wrong.” But Kaiden doesn’t listen. In the blink of an eye, he moves. A rush of dark energy explodes through the arena, and before I can react, he’s gone. And so is Jasmine

The whispers of the astral winds carried a gentle melody, harmonizing with the uncharted emotions that blossomed between Aria and the mysterious figure. As they ventured deeper into the cosmic unknown, the astral energies seemed to weave a delicate thread of romance into the fabric of their shared destiny. Lumina and Kairos, ever watchful, acknowledged the cosmic spark that kindled between Aria and her celestial companion. The nexus point, though fractured, resonated with the subtle symphony of budding affection, promising a celestial romance that would unfold across the cosmic tableau.

It must not have lasted long, but it took a lot of inner peace and meditation for me to feel safe enough to release Vraxlon. When I opened my eyes again, they were no longer mine. I felt the lethal power of Vraxlon disturbing me, suspicious of the strange soul that was now walking around there, wanting to expel me. I caressed that power, showing that I was a friend, a lover, a trustworthy person. The power of lust opened up to me, like the legs of a mistress, and allowed me to be happy for the company. It was strange to feel all the weight of his body, all the brute force of a warrior, against my soul in pieces and lost. It wasn't Elena Flamel there, it was Arianna, and we were both fused in

“However, if I catch you in my daughters room at night, or day, Cian, you will understand that hell also exists topside. Just tell us you’re coming to visit, we’re not keeping her from either of you. She misses you both.” Cian nods, seemingly lost in thought for a second before coming back to the room. “Well, not that everything about that is out in the open, it’s time I come clean about my real motives, besides helping Luna Lilliana and her mother.” He says, sipping his coffee again. “Aron landed through a portal within the Great Hall of Silvan’s camp last night and complained about being found out. Apparently he is working with Silvan, his cohorts and Anicka.”

Her cunt clenched violently around Draven, squirting hot nectar that sprayed across my mound and Sable’s eager face. I followed her over the edge moments later, my own release pulsing around Lorien’s cock as Rook’s thick shaft stretched my ass to its limit. The shared climax sent a shockwave outward. One of the new branches overhead burst into full bloom, birthing an entire pocket realm shimmering with golden-emerald auroras. The forging intensified.

Chapter 4: Eternal Knot The pack den thrummed with anticipation as the final confrontation with the Shadowfang pack loomed on the horizon. I stood at the center of it all, my body forever altered by the bonds I shared with Rylan, Thorne, and Kai. My curves felt more alive than ever—full breasts heavy and sensitive, hips wide and fertile, thighs thick and marked with their bites. The heat had peaked and begun to settle into a deep, abiding connection that made me stronger, sharper, more attuned to the pack’s rhythms. Yet the ache for their knots never fully faded; it simmered constantly, ready to ignite at their touch.

“Not much, just an inch or two, but it’s progress! It won’t be long, I can feel it.” “That’s great, bro! I’m really happy for you!” It’s good news and I want to share mine too. “I actually have something exciting to tell you too!” “Kade! There you are, baby! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! You’ve been neglecting me lately.” Shit! I’d totally forgotten about Ana! Anastacia Ariti, daughter of the Crimson Moon Alpha and my pseudo-girlfriend. On paper, she’s everything a Luna should be. And when I thought about taking a chosen mate, she seemed like a good candidate.