Crossover Wattpad Novels & Stories

Aubrey The light seeping through the curtains wakes me from my sleep. I go to move, but I am too sore and still exhausted after last night. I didn’t know a man could have so much stamina. I have never had as much sex in one night, and I am feeling the aftereffects, physically and emotionally. It was a lot for me. I honestly believed I wouldn’t let another man touch me after my ex. I guess I didn’t take into consideration that I would meet a man like Everett. I glance over to the spot next to me, but the space is empty. Everett must be up already. I feel awkward being in his bed alone. I want to move, but I am still naked and have no idea where my clothes are.

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."

Then he was gone, disappearing into the Special Collections with his ancient book, leaving me standing alone in the shadowy library with more questions than answers. I returned to my study table in a daze, but I couldn't focus on herbology anymore. My mind kept replaying the encounter, the electric shock when we touched, the way he'd said my surname like it meant something significant. Blackwood. White Luna bloodline. Ancient power. "It was just stress hallucinations," I whispered to myself, Dr. Chen's explanations echoing in my mind. "None of it was real." But what if some of it was? My phone buzzed with another text, this time from Quinn: Did you hear? Jaxon Cross is officially dating Cami

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I cut her palm with my dagger. She speaks next, “I Alpha Abigail Westfield of the Crescent Moon Park, give my loyalty, protection and love to you Alpha Christov Bonderets of the Iron Claw pack, I will honor our bond as we create and merge our two packs as we will create and merge our lives as one,” she cuts my palm with her dagger and our cut hands clasp to one another’s, merging our blood and solidifying our bond and packs. I pull her to me and crash my lips to hers as a surge of power runs through me.

​The title was: "CHAPTER 159: THE MULTIVERSE OF THE MARGINS." ​A man stepped out of the truck. He looked like the Author, but he was younger, his eyes bright with a new, dangerous inspiration. ​"The 'Davis Story' didn't end with the Vane Group's collapse, Nora," the man said. "It just went Global. There are authors in Tokyo, London, and Lagos writing their own versions of you right now. You aren't one woman anymore. You’re a Crossover Event." ​Nora felt a sudden, sharp tug at her soul. Across the world, a hundred "Noras" were being born in a hundred different genres.

My eyes started to water at the sight of my pleading parents. Ever since I got engaged to Seraphina, I had lost count of how many times she had humiliated me for Alaric’s sake. Now, she was humiliating my parents, too. She hadn’t even considered becoming one family with me, had she? Alaric suddenly whined in distress. “Were the toad eggs really that awful?” Seraphina narrowed her eyes and addressed my parents. “I can let Cassian go, but you have to finish the rest of the toad eggs.”

Anything else required major brain cells, and I had none at the moment. I must have lost all track of time when I first entered the room. Considering our differences in height, I wasn’t able to see much, but what I saw was gloriously naked Naja. His clothes shredded and on the floor. His tribal tattoos were on full display, even the one on his upper thigh, which made my insides melt. There in black was my name, Charlotte, in big bold script. After seeing that, my mind went completely blank. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing my eyes landed on. My cheeks flushed and heat pooled between my thighs as I fixed my gaze on his long, thick appendage. In my mind, I kept thinking about how his cock

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.