Arknights Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

I hissed as I pushed past a stunned Nikkini to go to the dungeon with Triss at my side. “The way I see it, all she did us was a favor. She found a way to give my mate a second chance at life and say what you will but it's still a life debt and so I forgive her for everything she has done. If you’re going to kill her, then it's on your own terms. I have no part in it,” Arnou said in a hollow voice. The whole room went silent and it almost felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest but I had to take Herley out.

After that, I'll reorganize your training. ' REALLY??!!! YOU'RE THE BEST MILADY!!! I'LL ONLY SERVE YOU UNTIL THE LAST OF MY BREATHE!! ' ' Why are you acting like a child, Knight James? Compose yourself this instant. ' ' Auk! As you said, my lady. (Sniff) (sniff) why are you being so mean, Lady Aurora. ' (sniff) (sniff)

The child was a blend of the past and the present, a testament to the complexities of her heart and the intricate magic that had shaped her life. As Isolde cradled Arcaniss in her arms, she knew that his existence held a deeper purpose. He embodied the very essence of her story – a tale of love and vengeance, of sacrifice and redemption. With each breath he took, Arcaniss carried the weight of her past and the promise of her future, a living testament to the enduring power of the heart and the magic that binds us all.

"This is the Kunlun-Ark Alliance. We are the masters of the North and the navigators of the Void. Our borders are open for trade, but our skies are closed for war. Cross us, and you will face the King and the Star-Weaver." As the message soared into the dark, Scarlett felt the original Scarlett’s consciousness smile within her. They were no longer the "Villainess" or the "Monster". They were the architects of a new destiny. "So," Caleb asked, pulling her into his arms. "What's the plan for tomorrow, my Queen?" "Tomorrow," Scarlett said, leaning her head against his chest, "we start building the first inter-dimensional market. And maybe... we find a way to make this hot pot a galactic export.

“If you want to fuck him just do it. The other thing can come later. Zayne looks like he’s got everything under control. I snatch off a piece of candy and pop it in my mouth. But it’s complicated though isn’t it? I don’t know if it’s the violence I witnessed the day earlier or because I slept in my own bed but my nightmares greet me once more. This time it’s not the unknown bounty hunters that invaded our territory. It’s Isaac and the acolytes. It him in his white tunic and silver armbands that I engage in battle, my claws slashing at his spine, drawing blood. Striking at the back of his knee to bring him to his knees as Micah delivers the killing blow. When I jerk awake, my heart is pound

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. ***

I look at Arkyn laying in the middle of the water and starting to stir; today, he turns five years old and will awaken once more. He looks just like Fenriz, but my Asian features are prominent as well, especially the shape of his eyes. I've allowed his hair to grow out too, just like his father's. The last few years have been hell but worth it in the end. This morning Hikari climbed the snowy mountain, and when she put her hands on Arkyn, a bright smile spread over her face.

First, we must survive. A flicker of memory moves through me. Anika, no more than a child, hiding bruises under ash and grime, her hands bloodied not from battle—but from servitude. Her tears tasted of betrayal, of loneliness, of forgotten birthright. Even then, I was there. Dormant. Waiting. Praying the moon goddess would one day call me forward. And she did. When Anika bled for the first time from battle—not fear. I remember the exact second our bond ignited like the stars collapsing into nova. I took form within her, divine and untamable, carved from shadow and moonlight, wings woven from forgotten lullabies of the divine realm.

Within twenty minutes, a notification buzzed on my phone, and I felt a surge of satisfaction pulse through me. Opening the message, I scanned the contents eagerly, ready to learn everything there was to know about my new adversary. ‘Arianna Draco, 22 years old… a human orphan?!’ “Just classic,” my wolf, Teri, mused. “We’ve been upstaged by a nobody.”

I would rather watch her be forced to serve a demigod of death who no doubt treats her like shit. Zane may pretend he cares about her. I bet she thinks he loves her. Zane doesn’t love her. He’s her master. He will use her for everything she is worth. She’s a little pet. I saw the choker necklace she was wearing. Ari was proud to be a good bitch and wore a collar for her master. Pathetic. She might have gotten claws to use against me, but Ari is still pathetic. Even more so now that she is hopelessly in love with her master. She can’t see how Zane is using her. Ari believes they are soulmates and that they love one another, but she is only under the illusion that Zane has created for her.