Baki Crossover Novels & Stories

“You’re something else entirely.” Something in his tone sent unease crawling up her spine. “Who are you?” she asked. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he crouched near the fire, tossing in another piece of wood. Only when the flames flared higher did he finally speak. “Lucian.” The name dropped like a stone between them. Selene went still. She knew that name. Every wolf did. Lucian Valor. The exiled Alpha. The rogue who had killed his own mate.

'' Then, Theo showed a very sweet smile that made Marcus’ heart go crazy. Theo handed his hand out to Marcus. ''So, shall we start again?'' Marcus looked so confused with what Theo said and what the stretched hand was all about. ''Huh?'' Theo grabbed Marcus’ left hand and shook his hands with him. The younger guy smiled. ''I'm Theo, Elliot's cousin... And you are?'' Marcus was compelled and captivated with Theo's cuteness. He smiled back and finally moved his hand as he found rhythm from Theo's moving own.

As they began to leave, footsteps echoed softly behind them. Crystal lingered near the doorway. She said nothing. She didn’t need to. Her gaze rested on Caleb with quiet satisfaction—not triumph, but anticipation. This was not peace. This was not surrender. This was something far more dangerous. When the chamber finally emptied, Caleb stood alone. The torches crackled. The map remained. He stared at Red Claw territory for a long time. “This isn’t over,” he murmured, his voice low and certain. Not by a long shot.

Emma also appeared at that moment, her eyes red as she accused me, "Claire, I could overlook it when you plagiarized my designs for your previous assignments… "But this graduation project, the 'Wild Roses' series, is something I created specifically for Victor's birthday. He even helped me with the revisions. How can you still claim you didn't plagiarize it?" All the cameras turned toward Victor in an instant as the reporters waited for his response. I looked at him too. Victor avoided my gaze and said to the reporters, "The 'Wild Roses' design is indeed Emma's creation. When we studied together late at night, I watched her draw the blueprints with my own eyes."

Rising. It covered the entire sky. Caelum's expression changed. "No." Liana looked at him. "What?" He pointed toward the water. "That's not water." The silver ocean moved closer. Shapes appeared inside it. Thousands of them. Millions. Worlds. Cities. People. Possibilities. All moving together. The First Light whispered, "The Archive is collapsing." Liana's eyes widened. "And all the possibilities are being released." Caelum nodded. "Into our reality."

Akihiko keeps his phone down and starts to think of the various things the person could be. ‘He’s not a mafia. First of all, is it even a male or a female? Could he be some kind of murderer. Not possible from their way of talking. Then what else…?’ He turns on the T.V and takes a seat on the couch. He changes the channels while thinking hard. [Kei? You ready? it’s the final boss of this world!] “Hm… Hm? OH, THE NEW EPISODE IS OUT!” he says and while leaving the thinking aside he continues to watch the anime playing on the T.V.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

That was worse somehow, because it was harder to fight with calm. Before I could answer, the doorbell rang. Dad muttered, “That’ll be her,” and got up. Lila breezed in like a burst of caffeine and perfume. A bright red umbrella in one hand, a bakery bag in the other. “Morning, Coach!” she said cheerfully before turning to me. “You look like you fought a tornado.” “Feels accurate,” I said dryly. “Good. Then sugar therapy is justified.” She dropped the bag on the table. “Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.”

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Without even thinking, driven entirely by pure muscle memory and instinct, Ethan reached over, grabbed his own glass of water, and handed it to him. “Here,” Ethan muttered. As Marcus took the glass, their fingers brushed against each other. The contact was brief, but it felt like a sudden jolt of electricity passing between them. Marcus took a quick sip, his green eyes locking onto Ethan’s over the rim of the glass. “Thanks,” Marcus murmured, his voice a little rough.