Avengers Fanfic Crossover Novelas e Histórias

We don’t normally run this way because it leads to a different pack’s lands, but it’s definitely within our borders. Which means, she crossed the boundary. My foot shifts, and I accidentally step on a branch. It snaps beneath my paw, the sound as loud as a gunshot, and I see her freeze and slowly turn until our eyes meet. Then, her scent slams into me full force. Fierce, irresistible. Like wildfire lit in my lungs. Mine. I’m nearly knocked right off my feet as a fierce wave of possessiveness waves through me.

“Let the old power return through you. Let the forgotten rise.” Then everything went white. And Ava screamed. She came back to herself as her body convulsed, energy roaring through her. Her bones shifted, cracking, rearranging. Her veins burned with violet fire. Her eyes flared gold, then deep red, then gold again. She was both vampire and something more—something unspoken. Across from her, Achi’s body pulsed with silvery light. His muscles stretched, his limbs snapping into new form. Fur rippled across his skin but didn’t fully consume him—he wasn’t just turning into a wolf.

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.

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.

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

That spot is now mine. Marvel is going to make a strong alpha one day, just like me. Everyone keeps saying he is Valentine’s spitting image, but I know he actually looks more like me. Acts more like me too. I don’t think Valentine was as fierce or protective as this kid. Maybe towards Courtney, who was always his best friend growing up, but Marvel’s protectiveness over his mother is on a different level. Probably learned a bit of that from Lucy here. Lucy threatened me quite a bit back in the day too. Marvel definitely has an alpha’s dominance and his possessiveness when it comes to Vivian. When the kid finds his mate, she will have her hands full reigning him in.

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.

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.

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.

Derek demanded. "The handwriting was familiar. The scent more so." Alpha Cross turned to his enforcers. "Show yourself, Vera. This game has gone on long enough." One of the enforcers stepped forward, removing her hood. But the face revealed wasn't unknown—it was impossibly familiar. Derek's aunt, yes, but more than that. She had the same storm-gray eyes, the same sharp cheekbones, the same controlled power. If Alpha Cross was Derek's future, Vera was his shadow-self, what he could become if love turned to poison.