Ben 10 Crossover Novels & Stories

Secure the kill-switch protocols across five major financial nodes—London, Geneva, Singapore, Dubai, New York. And then silence any internal noise. Meaning Julian. Meaning Elliot. Meaning whatever part of me still thought I could have this both ways. Because I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. But I also knew this: if The Dominion tried to touch her—to leverage her, question her, threaten her—they wouldn’t find the Nathan Cross they remembered. They’d find something far worse. She stirred gently in my arms, the ease of her presence still shocking. “You’re staring again,” she mumbled without opening her eyes.

If that wasn't his drool… As if hearing my question, he turned my head back and kissed me with closed eyes. He greedily took in all of my scent. Great, my head just did a perfect three-sixty. After he stood up, I saw the thing that'd been slithering all over me. It was slender and covered in silver scales. A serpent's tail. Could it be? Nathaniel was a beastfolk?

And today she realized indeed she looks like a 14-year-old child in front of him. “You are looking like a Humungousaur,” Swara blurted while looking towards him through the mirror. “Now, what is this Humungousaur?” Seb said being confused on which Swara with a wide grin turns towards him, and being an excited soul told him that, it was a giant alien character in Ben10 cartoons. “Little sparrow you are unbelievable seriously,” Seb said in a tone of disbelief on which Swara said nothing just gave him a wide grin with her teeth on display.

S academy. ***** Claude's hand shot into the air as he was more than confident in his answer, Prof. Raizen directed his attention to him giving the boy the greenlight to answer the question. "i'm pretty sure we'll be assisting the local Skylight Guild in dealing with invasive Nightmare Beetles in the Skyhaven Redwoods." Prof. Raizen served him a thunderous glare from beneath his thick eyebrows, ".....Your incorrect Claude...again, and you have damned your class to a lengthy session of hellish training."

The wolf shuddered, gasped, then collapsed. Dead. Selene stumbled back, chest heaving. The scent of blood filled the air. It should have made her sick. It should have horrified her. It didn’t. Something inside her had shifted. Lucian’s voice cut through the haze. “Another one’s coming.” Selene turned. Her grip tightened around her blade. Selene didn’t think. She moved. The second rogue came low, aiming for her legs. She jumped back just in time, twisting as she slashed downward. The wolf yelped, stumbling as her blade cut across its shoulder.

After an amazing reception, we left for Paris for our honeymoon. “Mum, where’s Thena? Asked Fallon loudly. Hearing her voice brought me back from strolling down memory lane. What a trip I had taken! I quickly pulled myself together and answered, “She’s out with Uncle Jake and Jojo sweetheart” and then she started to sulk because they didn’t take her with. “Fallon, cheer up, I will take you to the park tomorrow” Sarah said and tried to lighten her mood. “And Thena too?” she asked Sarah, and she nodded yes. Both Fallon and Athena adored each other, and the two were so similar in every way. Sarah had to ensure that their outfits always matched or else they would throw tantrums like you can not

Marcus did the same, green eyes hard whenever their paths almost crossed. They piled into cars, the mood light and happy. Coach made sure Ethan and Marcus rode with him. The drive was tense in the front and back seats, but the rest of the team in other cars were already hyped, texting about what they were ordering. Benny’s was warm and familiar when they walked in—the smell of grilled onions, melted cheese, and sweet syrup hitting them the second the door opened. The team took over the big corner booths, sliding in with loud, excited chatter. Menus got passed around fast.

carbon—a material that shouldn't exist in the "Dead-Zone." "This isn't a 'Silo', Dad," Thomas said, his "Independent" curiosity "Indexing" the "Mechanical" seams of the door. "This is a 'Crossover' point. It’s built with 'Sovereign' tech, but the 'Source-Code' on the panel is... different."

Keyboard clicks. I lay back, staring at the ceiling tiles. White squares. Tiny perforations. Breathe in. Breathe out. “This may feel uncomfortable,” the doctor said calmly. Uncomfortable was manageable. Uncomfortable was not catastrophic. I focused on the sound of Ethan’s breathing somewhere near my shoulder. The machine hummed softly. Black and gray shapes flickered onto the screen. At first, it looked like static. An abstract pattern. Nothing recognizable. The doctor adjusted the wand slightly.