Asoiaf Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

In the small room, their two auras—once perfectly matched—crashed into each other. The harder Trista fought, the tighter Cassian's possessive instincts bound her. Because they were so close, the physical heat triggered by being fated mates began to spike. Trista's forehead broke out in a thin sheen of sweat—a biological reaction to being forcibly enveloped by a dominant male's scent. She forced herself to stop fighting physically and looked him dead in the eye, his pupils now fully transitioned into scarlet slits. "Look at me, Cassian," she said, puncturing his fantasy word by word. "The bond is dead. We are just two unrelated wolves now."

“They do look quite interested in each other. I suppose she will someday be the Luna Queen of Swamplands.” “It appears that way,” Dyannah agrees. I watch their interaction, admiring Ciara’s lovely, long blonde hair. She brushes back her soft waves, and I notice Rodenel touching them lightly with his fingers. I squeeze Cassian’s hand to direct him away from his conversation. When he turns my way, I nod toward the cute couple and raise a brow. Cassian catches on quickly, chuckling before he takes a bite of his meal, letting them have their moment. I hope to be good friends with Ciara one day as we rule our neighboring kingdoms together.

“That means you’ll never be claimed by anyone now. You’re damaged goods, Ayla. A rejected Omega? You’ll die alone. If you don’t go rogue first.” I trembled. Not from fear. Not anymore, from rage. “You still smell like me,” I said, voice raw. “That’s why you’re here. You’re scared he’ll notice.” Cassia leaned in, whispering softly, “He already noticed. That’s why I’ve been sleeping with him every night to make sure he forgets.” I turned my face and spat. Blood, bitter and dark. It landed at her feet. She hissed and stood, but didn’t strike me. “You’ve always been good at cleaning up messes. Do yourself a favor—stay in your little healer’s den, hide. Because if you try to ruin what I’ve built,

I saw the huge sign with warnings, one standing out the most– DO NOT CROSS THE BOUNDARY WITHOUT PERMISSION. Yet I had every intention of crossing but before I did, I looked back at the path I had been walking. There was no one in sight but that didn't stop me from muttering, “I, Aurelia, daughter of my dead mother, reject you, Alpha Raiden Flockhart of the Dark Moon Pack as my mate and Alpha.” As those words left my mouth, traveling with the air, I crossed the boundary with a sad smile and a dead heart… unaware of the dangers that lay ahead in my lonely journey.

The upcoming scene is rated 18+ and involves blood and murder. Please skip if you are uncomfortable. ~~~ Cassian: ~~~ It is a few hours past midnight when I step out of my SUV and walk toward the towering building of my hotel. The city is quiet, but inside me everything feels tight and restless. Ever since my bond with Angel faded after I crossed the barrier, something inside me has been on edge. Kai is equally restless. It has taken everything in me not to turn back and return to the pack. I know my mate is safe. She is in the one place no one would dare harm her. In her own pack.

Alessandro Scoffed, as he glared at her. "Alessandro" She called, and hugged him. Aurora scoffed as she stared at them. She was dressed in a bum short, and a crop top. "What the hell are you doing here Alessia?" Sarafina asked angrily. "I came to see Alessandro" She said, and tried to kiss him but Alessandro pushed her away. "Get out" He yelled, and Alessia scoffed. She turned to look at Aurora, and she huffed. "So this is the rumour that has been going in in the mafias words. You are the bitch that got him wrapped around your little tiny finger" Alessia said with hatered deep inside of her, as she stared at aurora.

Serena “Aurora is finally dead!” I shouted with my hands moving in jubilation. For so many months, that was my deepest desire and prayers. She was the bane of my existence. I had envisioned marrying Darius for many years, becoming the Luna of Silver Crest pack. This union would make me among the strongest lunas in the kingdom. Probably even stronger than Ember.

“Don’t worry. I already told Rafe about your boyfriend, Joshua.” Croix resumes his position against the doorframe, staring at me while I brush off the fact Phil called Wesley, my boyfriend Joshua. “Where are the other guys, Rafe?” He tips his head towards a wing of the house. “They are playing Vicon Cross.” Phil looked like he didn't understand a thing but he nodded nevertheless. Asshole. “They're gamers. You won't see them much.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. I knew it. Someone in here has been beating their meat because it smells like excess semen, cigarettes and stale beer. Thank goodness Markie packed my scented candles.

Together, they symbolized the unity between the werewolves and lycans, bridging the gap between their two realms. As the celebrations continued, Alessia found herself reflecting on the transformative journey she had undertaken. She had grown from a young maid with unrequited love to a powerful and influential figure within the Convergence. Alessia's dreams of being with Phoenix had faded into the background, replaced by a newfound purpose and a love that surpassed her wildest imaginings.

Three to four slaps would be enough to wake her up from this dream. "Yes. Gior Frauzon. The Alpha's son you have been obsessing about. " Senia stated, feeling extremely annoyed by Aesthelia's stare. 'I need a slap, come on.' Aesthelia thought as she pinched and slapped both of her cheeks. Aesthelia's mind started to wonder if the situation was the same as those who transmigrated to a novel. Is she given a chance to be with her favorite male lead character, Gior Frauzon?