Avengers Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Aimee resisted the urge to snarl at the window, her wolf was already uneasy. As soon as they hit the town, Connor's scent was everywhere raising old ghosts and tearing painful wounds wide open. And Athena really wasn't a fan. 'Why should I be a fan of that sad excuse of an Alpha?" She grumbled at Aimee, ' He wasn't the one that held your hand on your wedding day or helped to bury your sister, I'm team Brax all the way sugar.' Athena sassed and Aimee grinned as she thought about her gorgeous husband, hell yeah she was team Brax all the way too. Speak of the devil, muscular arms encircled her waist, and before Aimee knew it, the henchman was nuzzling at his mate claim on her neck, completely u

United by their bond, they must resist the allure of the illusion while embracing their romantic connections. Xienma's eyes met Xavier's, and in that moment, they knew that their love for one another was stronger than any illusion. Xavier's hand found Cassie's, their fingers intertwining as they stood together, their hearts beating as one. Cassie's eyes filled with determination, her voice steady and resolute. "We will not be tempted apart," she said, her voice echoing through the forest. "Our bond is stronger than any illusion, and our love for one another is the key to unlocking the power we need to confront Drax."

“You’re okay. We've got you.” “No,” Gabriel Cross said quietly from the edge of the smoke. “She’s changing.” The words sliced brutally through the tension in the station. Luca’s expression darkened instantly, his jaw clenching as he glared over his shoulder. “Shut up, Cross.” Gabriel ignored him completely. His eyes remained fixed on the intricate, dark webs branching beneath Ava’s skin. “The synchronization crossed the threshold.” Ariadna looked between them, her face pale and horrified. “What threshold?”

Elektra ran to her rescue as she was screaming on the ground, trying to wake her up. Alcinder hobbled because of his injuries, knelt beside Elektra, and just stared at avyanna. He didn't know how to feel as the foreign male scent invaded his nostrils. Avyanna woke up in a jolt, still feeling hazy from the short nightmare she had. She felt tired and frustrated. “Let's go, ' she tried to get to her feet but she fell back. A near miss to the ground as Elektra helped her up.

You might be wondering how we got here, now let me help you clear the confusion. I am Ava Lowell, and here I am, in my worst nightmare, dragged off to the w*****n world by the universe, into the very boring story I hated, and in the body of the weakest female character I have ever known. I felt a hand dragged me off the stage, so I stopped her. Amanda, Avri’s sister, spoke worriedly. “You ruined everything Avri! This was supposed to be our family’s pride!” “Really sister! Aren’t you still sulking that Killian wasn’t your mate?” I said sternly.

It looked like the Alpha of the White Del Pack was planning to kill Dane while biting him with poison. Freya rose to her feet and spoke, “You wanted to be with Dane, right? Have him. You can have him all alone. I will never try to be with him. I will never try to get close to him, I promise. Please save him, Ava.” Ava's eyes slowly shifted from Ian to Dane, who was lying on the ground in his wolf form. His eyes were not opened like Ian's but closed. He looked like a dead body, only breathing slowly.

But, the mating bond obviously didn't care about my feelings. Slowly, I moved backwards, trying not to announce my presence. In that moment, Aries froze, turning to look at me. His eyes were pitch black, and through his parted lips, I could see his menacing fangs. Recognition crossed his features, and he slowly pulled away from Ariella, his eyes returning to their usual silver colour. "Raven... what are you doing here?" He asked, his voice sounding pained. I clenched my fists, glancing at Ariella, who had straightened, her eyes filled with mockery.

He was an omega, the lowest werewolf rank and when I met him for the first time, I shouldn't feel pity for him but I did. There was something about the young werewolf that had lost his family in a fire that had caught my attention. Something about him that made me feel the need to have him by my side. Just like how I desire to have Ava, just that the emotions I have for her is more... complicated Left with no choice, I took him under my wings. Trained him and made him into who I wanted. And thankfully, he has never made me regret that. "Boss, about Ava.. Found out she's a werewolf," he added, trying to maintain his calm demeanor.

She found herself looking for him, waiting for those stolen moments when their eyes would meet, feeling a kinship she couldn't explain, a pull that was as relentless as the tides. Yet, despite the growing connection, she never dared to speak to him, never dared to cross the invisible line that separated them. He was the Alpha, a figure of authority and power, and she was Avla, the girl with the abusive father, the girl who was barely there, the girl with tangled blonde hair and dreams that seemed forever out of reach.

In my story, he was Cade Hunter—the emotionally unavailable hockey captain with commitment issues and sinful hands. Totally different. I cracked my knuckles before typing furiously. She watched from afar as his hands wrapped around that of another woman…his lips… Gosh, Cade crashed against hers, rough and impatient. Avaline could only watch in jealousy and soaked pan—“Ava!” I nearly launched off the bed. “What?!” I yelled back, slamming the laptop shut like it contained deadly secrets. “They’ll be here in ten minutes!” Shit. I rushed towards my wardrobe, ransacking and regretting every clothing choice I owned.