Criminal Minds Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

I smirk at Crystal, who is curled up on the floor. “Thank you Alpha Destinee. I will give my Dahlia the justice she deserves.” I nod at her as I turn to Fenrir and Marcus. “Leave him there as a reminder to Crystal. Once Heather has killed her, burn the two of them.” I say through the mind link and they nod. Turning, I walk towards to the stairs when I hear Crystal’s screams as Heather tears into her. I smile to myself, knowing she will be dead soon enough. Walking up the stairs, I reach the door and open it. Suddenly dizziness washes over me and my surrounds blur and spin. I fall as I black out.

My breath came in gasps as his hands explored, gliding over my spine, resting firmly on my hips. His wolf canines pressed against my flesh at the base of my chest. My breath caught, fear and exhilaration intertwined. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and consuming, piercing to my very core. Heat spread through me, merging our beings, electrifying every nerve. I surrendered, body and soul, lost in the storm of sensation. Memories of Varyon’s life flooded into my mind, mingling with the instincts of his wolf, exploring, claiming, merging. I opened my eyes slowly, staring into his gaze, where a strange, luminous glow danced. Then, in an instant, the connection snapped, leaving me aching with torm

I feel like I’m back on the Ether – as if my altered consciousness is bending reality to ensnare my senses. “I’m fantasizing about how you’re going to kill Damon.” I confess, breathing in his wonderful scent as grisly images fill my mind. I share the pictures with Sinclair through our bond, hoping to inspire him. Decapitation, disembowelment, beating him bloody with his own dumb leg… or maybe you could tie him up and sick some rogues on him.

The moment I saw his shadowy outline through the crack in the cabin door, I struck. My body collided with the wood, sending splinters flying into the night. Hartwell’s eyes, now in his human-form, widened in terror as I barreled into the room. He reached for something, anything, but I was faster. My teeth clamped down on his wrist, and I heard a satisfying crunch as his hand went slack. He turned, snarling, and I saw the madness in his eyes. The prophecy had driven him over the edge. But it was too late for him to realize the truth now. The cabin was a tomb of his own making, and I was going to be his executioner.

Liam's whole body was littered with red hickeys and teeth marks. Lucas put his hand on the zipper of his jeans and looked up at Liam. "You… You can". He consented verbally just like Lucas wanted and he didn’t waste a single moment to open the zipper. Liam saw those eyes. The eyes of a predator. A hunter. A Hungry Wolf. He tried to keep his eyes open but he lost the moment Lucas nuzzled his nose on the bulge at his briefs. That... That was the most intoxicating scent Lucas had ever smelled. He was snuggling his nose more and deeper on the briefs to take as much as the musky scent in his system.

Yet for a moment, I just linger in the water, letting the cold fingers of dread wrap themselves around my throat, gripping tightly to the point I can hardly breathe. "How do I know you're not messing with me?” I breathe, grasping the cool edge of the poolside, wondering if I should drag myself out of the water so I don’t drown with shock. If anyone were to know if there was a deeper connection between Cian and I, it would be Sinful. He’s Lust, and could sense there was more between Lev and I then I would have liked to divulge, so why wouldn’t he know that Cian and I could be mates? But he is also an immortal, and cunning, and could be lying to me for either his amusement, or for his own gain

Memories of people yelling at her and calling her a thief, memories of people throwing dirt and water at her came flashing through her mind. " Kill her...kill her. She's a thief...a murderer and she deserves to die, she deserves to be burnt to death" " You're disgrace to humanity, you animal!" Raven could hear people yelling in her head. Before she knew it, her head started spinning and everywhere became blurry. Her body went stiff and cold even the more and she started gasping for breath. The police stopped on their track on hearing a loud thud on the floor. Turning, they were shocked to see Raven, lying lifelessly on the floor.

I managed to sound commanding without yelling before I continued sending pleasure into her clit with each twirl and shove of my tongue. Meanwhile, Scratch mocked me inside my head. "Don't you see how this is nothing more than toxic? You can't fight the mate bond, dude. Every time you fuck this Barbie girl here, there'll always be someone else ruling over your mind. And it sure as hell ain't me." I growled physically, mostly at Scratch but also at the fact that I hated how right it was. I was losing my sanity at this point. As I growled, I placed my other palm on Lucille's ass, squeezing it as I kept thrusting my tongue into her entrance. But with each thrust, with each stifled moan from her,

I was a ghost, a nobody, tethered to nothing and no one. That changed when I was nine. I didn’t see the men coming—just felt the prick of a needle in my arm as I walked home from the market, my vision blurring as the world tilted sideways. When I woke up, I was in a dank basement, my wrists bound, my clothes torn. They didn’t care that I was a child. They raped me, broke me, then sold me off like livestock to a mafia outfit run by a brute named Marcus. He was a monster—huge, with hands that left bruises and a laugh that chilled my blood.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”