Criminal Minds Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

We gasped together at the end, our mating was so synchronous, her pleasure intensified with mine as I shared my mind with her, my mental powers strengthened by her blood, we orgasmed at the same time. When it was over, she fell by my side, and exhaling a sigh that demonstrated how great she felt. She cuddled into me. I burned with life and love, this was my mate, and I could never let her go. After the fact, I was sleepy, our minds still meeting together. But when she drifted into sleep, I woke up. I began to see visions of Alyson tortured, or Alyson fighting for her life. I saw Jacob, he knew that she was being hurt. There as blood dripping into a golden bowl. While I sometimes could see th

The sheet made him shuffle awkwardly towards the bathroom and slowed him down. He didn’t like her being out of his sight, but he also didn’t want her listening to their conversation. He didn’t want her to know what he knew. She may have been a victim once. But when a captor inflicted enough damage onto a victim, they could become the criminal too. He hoped he was wrong, but Craig’s words made that hope fade. Alrick didn’t know what he’d do if he needed to find her guilty. He’d need to hand her over to NARC officials for a fair trial. Alrick hated himself for thinking of it.

Waiting for Reaper to come and save me. I had been playing the damsel, hoping the big scary bikers would come and slay this dragon so I could be at peace. But the bikers were just different kinds of monsters, when it came down to it. My mind went away from the clubhouse, away from the smell of leather and the promise of violence, and back to my upcoming marriage and the white-walled prison. Caleb. The name didn't make me cry anymore. All that came was calculating anger. I closed my eyes, and the memories of the last few years weren't like attacks anymore… they were just… evidence. Like a courtroom.

My mind felt like it was floating somewhere it shouldn’t be. Then something snapped into place, a memory and Nick’s mother’s voice. If Nick wants to live… I froze. If Nick wants to live, he has to be evil like his father. My breath caught, by taking another body. My pulse roared in my ears as another memory slammed into me. Damien and Jay. My ex-boyfriend’s body, which was stolen and used by Damian in the past. My stomach twisted, but then another thought rose, louder than the guilt, but my mind thought of how good it'd be to see Nick again…even in another person's body.

"When do we move on the target?" "Soon. I'm going to draw him out. But first, I want you to understand who we're dealing with." Damien pulls up photos on his tablet. "Richard Cross. Sixty-two. Former military, dishonorable discharge for violence. Prison record for child abuse. He's smart, resourceful, and has no conscience. He'll use any weakness, any opening. And he won't stop until he gets what he wants." "Which is?" "Me destroyed. My empire in ruins. And the woman I love dead or traumatized enough that I'm broken." Damien's voice is ice. "So when we catch him, there's no arrest. No capture. Just termination. Clean and permanent. Can you do that?"

Since I can get into his head, it means he’s not limited to psychic attacks, in fact no one on earth is immune to such attacks so I moved close and grabbed his head. “Here are other tricks I can pull off, asshole,” I said to him before I shattered his mind and exited his head. He’s currently trapped at the base of his own mind, stuck with his darkest fears and worries manifested into moments that is to haunt him. It’s high time he fears me. I’m coming for what’s mine! Author’s note: I have to clarify that I’m aware of referring Lucas to a different name throughout this chapter, I’d like to let you all know that it wasn’t a mistake and was deliberate.

"Please, Anne. Let me know. I... I don't know anything. Please let me know." "You know nothing? Really? Caily? That psychopath did it for you! He killed Mr. Trien and made us watch and now you are going to act like you are completely innocent?! Like you knew nothing of this? Do you... Do you know the nightmares I have every night? Watching Mr. Trien be tortured in the name of some fucked up show! I was there, watching him get stabbed! Shot! Hit and burnt! I watched as Mr. Trien begged pathetically and grappled for life and I could only try my best to keep quiet because that was the only way to stay alive, Caily! It's all your fault that I am losing my mind! And I can't even keep doing this!

“He’s already been taken care of.” A brief silence fell among us, as I paused mid sentence as if contemplating of I should call out the next name. “And the other?” Victor’s voice cut through the silence clean, slowly growing in impatient. “Jenny Havan.” That name hit hard. Tension instantly flooded into the room, as they all mumbled curses in synchronisation. “Fuck,” Malik muttered in a low voice. “Not that bitch again.” Victor spat out carefully leaning back into his chair, jaw tight. “She put Marco away.”

Fire and Ashes Alpha Rowan's POV Some wolves mistake arrogance for strength and I hate those ones too blinded by greed to see sense. I call it stupidity. The rogues are outcasts from different wolf kingdoms, those who committed crimes and were banned and excommunicated from their pack. And suddenly one of them rose up and decided he could use the outcasts to build his own empire. Who thinks like that? Denver, of course—a new breed of senseless outcast. We got a new set of wolves to join us later as we arrived at the spirit land boundary.

Delilah would kill me if she found out about the sexcapades. But I was too gone to worry. Too gone to care about what comes next– punishments, tortures, humiliation…even death. I had crossed the line between family and loyalty. But I don't give a fuck. My smile stretched longer. And my tongue found my swollen lips, licking them greedily. You thought the triplets stopped there after the insane orgy? You thought they let me go after the twenty-one mind-blowing orgasms? You guessed wrong. Hael. Elion. Kieran. They went wild. Feral. Demon possessed.