Avengers Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

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.

Avan said with a smirk, kissing my forehead before helping me into the car. The words felt hollow—"girlfriend" I forced a smile as I glanced back at Savannah, who gave me a playful wink. “At this rate, I think he’s going to announce you as his mate today!” Savannah whispered excitedly. “Really?” I asked, a rush of hope surging through me. Could it really be happening? Savannah nodded, her eyes sparkling. But before I could let the thought sink in, Avan entered the driver's seat, blasted some music, and started driving toward Werewolf Academia.

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.

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.

Had Athena really brain washed him against me that much? “You were warned Vanessa, yet you still don’t listen. You know I think you deserve a taste of your own medicine” I was confused at his words until his lips founds Athena’s, his hand slipping under her top fondling with her breast and right in front of me. How could he? The pain I felt in my chest came back with a vengeance, I fell to the floor landing on my knees with a sickening crack trying to prevent the scream escaping was futile. I thought they would stop to check I was ok, but they didn’t. Instead, I saw the slightest smile on Axels face as his hand lowered cupping Athena’s pussy over her jeans rubbing it slowly while applying pr

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.

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.

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.

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.