Avengers Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ethan’s hand found hers again, fingers lacing tightly, and she felt the fire between them, a pulse that had never truly died. Grant’s voice echoed again, low, dangerous. “This ends now. Or it ends for you.” Ava’s gaze hardened, determination flaring. “No. This ends when we say it ends. Not you.” And in that instant, the garage erupted in chaos again, shadows moving, men striking, bodies colliding, the heat of fear and desire interwoven. Ava and Ethan moved together as one, a dangerous, unstoppable force. Caleb was at Grant’s side, every strike calculated, until the enemy faltered, realizing they had underestimated the bond, the fire, the relentless power of those who refused to be erased.

I flinched when his shoulder brushed against mine, pulling my knees to my chest as a hot, angry tear slipped down my cheek and cut through the mud on my face. "You paid him," I whispered, my voice cracking, completely stripped of my usual bratty defiance. "You paid him to hurt me, Jax. You played God with my body because you were terrified of losing your precious captaincy, and you let your father twist it into a career-ending injury." "No!" Jaxson roared, the sheer, feral anguish in his voice making me jump. He closed the remaining distance between us, his chest pressing flush against my back, his face burying into the crook of my neck even though his hands were bound behind him.

I ripped it off and read it. "Raven Valkhor slept with half the lacrosse team, that's why she doesn't know who the real father is. She's just pinning it on Dante because he has money." My stomach dropped. This was a new low even for them. "They're lying," Breeze growled. "Everyone knows we've only been with Dante." "It doesn't matter if it's true," I said. "People will believe it anyway." I crumpled the note and shoved it in my bag.

Their children, Anna Cheyenne and Jacob, had grown into their own, embodying the power and grace of their lineage. Anna Cheyenne, with her striking red hair and piercing green eyes, had always been the more adventurous of the two. She roamed the kingdom with a fierce determination, her laughter echoing through the ancient halls. Her heart, however, was tethered to a vampire named Elias, a noble with a mysterious past. Together, they explored the depths of their heritage, uncovering secrets long buried in the annals of vampire history. Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding.

Silence crashed through the hall. My breathing turned ragged and my vision blurred red. Even Serena stumbled backward. Then Aiden slowly pushed himself off the wall. His dark eyes locked onto mine and he smiled wider. Like he finally found something interesting. My wolf snarled. For the first time in my life, I wanted to destroy someone. And his name was Aiden Cross. I left without looking at anyone. I knew my father would be angry with me because of it but right now I didn't care. I couldn't tolerate seeing that jerk’s face anymore.

I replied, without staring at Grim. Grim said nothing for a moment, and I didn’t have to look at him to see how his brows were already knitting together in confusion. “What the hell?” Grim snapped behind me. That reaction was expected. I continued, “And with everything James told me, I believe Damian Cross has a hand in this.” “Hold on,” Grim let out a humorless laugh, “Ava’s fucking fiancé?” I turned to him, “Ex-fiancé.” “No fucking difference there.”

You weave what I have broken? Ava’s arms trembled, but she didn’t lower the dagger. “You don’t own them. Not the bond, not the wolves, not me.” She pressed harder, and the veins blazed, a shockwave of silver light ripping through the cavern. Fragments dissolved into smoke. The wolves howled as one, their bond flaring so strong Ava thought her heart might burst. For a moment, just a moment, the Exile staggered. Its shadow shrank, its red eyes flickering.

If I let him go, he might not be on our radar anymore. “Kieran? Are you cutting off power?” Dax’s voice was urgent. “No,” I whispered, watching the elevator. “If he's going to go rogue, he'll do it where i can watch.” As he walked away, just before the doors slid shut, he turned. He didn’t look like my friend anymore. He looked like a rogue wolf. “I'm going to bring my mate. And you are going to stay out of my way.” He jumped out. I finally stood in the silent hallway, my nose throbbing, the scent of jasmine from my own mate clashing with the lingering rottening smell of Ethan's mind rot.

"Perfect timing. Once I'm done with Serena, you're next." He raised the silver blade and charged. After that, everything blurred. Somewhere far away, I heard the clash of steel and desperate snarls. I didn't know how long I slept. I dreamed a strange dream. In the dream, I was a Luna — an Alpha's mate. My Alpha lavished me with gold and jewels, spending the pack's wealth recklessly just to see me smile. I watched the treasures pile up in my chambers and felt a creeping unease. This was the beginning of ruin. I couldn't stand by while my Alpha destroyed everything.