Danmachi Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

The Northern room’s UV lights danced right through the approaching figure while two figures were pressed behind the curtains. Damon gave out a girly cough which made the duplicate approach the curtain from where the sound came. Suddenly, the duplicate felt himself skating furiously on something slippery and fell down with a thud. Kael came out from behind and tore the neck of the duplicate, decimating it to nothing. “I told you the lube would work,” Damon chuckled through the mindlink. “Just remind me to stay away from you, lube lover,” Kael mindlinked back. “You mean pussy lover,” Damon corrected him with another chuckle through the mindlink.

Chapter 233: last dance 3 pov The pleasure increased tenfold the moment Damon's teeth sank into my mating mark. White-hot ecstasy exploded through every nerve ending in my body, so intense I couldn't even scream. My back arched impossibly high off the bed, my mouth open in a silent cry as the sensation overwhelmed every sense I possessed. Through our bond, the connection between us blazed like a supernova, fusing us together in a way that transcended the physical.

Makes a small fantasy I never really knew I had bloom in the back of my mind and wishing that right now shit was back to the way it was and we aren’t in this fucked up little co-parenting/separation period so I could sit back with my cock in my hand and watch as Dante fucks the shit out of Durani’s mouth like the little slut she is for us, while this Nico guy fucks her tight little pussy. I want nothing more the to hear her small moans as she chokes on Dantes dick as he slams it down her throat. The memories of watching the mixture of spit and my cum ooze out of her mouth from forcing her not to swallow so she can swallow my cum with the cum of my brothers now has me rock fucking hard and no

I gasps at the sight of a man appearing from the balcony, “Jesus—“ My eyes widen at the figure, seeing Damon standing in front of me feels surreal. I was kidnapped and I was molested but somehow I survived. I immediately push my body away from him, increasing the space between us as I grip hard onto the sheets of his California king bed. “Alice . . . it’s okay.” “No, get the fuck away from me. You—you, lying bastard.” “Wait, this is a misunderstanding.” He replies, bringing his hands up as a white flag.

The thoughts of her appearing before Damian Cross was making her belly sweet. How will he react? How will he feel when he sees her alive and back for real? She stuffed a few things into a suitcase and got ready for Kayden's arrival. Imperial city, Damian Cross and Anna had gone public with their Damian Cross claiming that Anna was his late wife's friend. She bears a lot semblance to his darling wife and often he sees Lily in her. Anna Brook understands him though not like his darling wife, but a little more than anyone else. He decided to marry her to fill a little of the vacuum that Lily's death had created in his heart.

Crimson shouted and started removing her bedsheets. Damon hugged her tight and calm her down. "I understand your pains, I will always support you, one day your dreams of becoming the Luna of this pack will surely come come, I have to leave now, I will come back to you later." Damon said and planted a kiss on her forehead, he left and immediately Crimson came in, they kinda switched roads so Damon didn't see her coming. Crimson barged into Alexis room. "Do you finally become funny insane? Your room speaks it better." Crimson asked staring at the mess Alexis caused in her room.

“The rest of Damien’s crew never show up for class. I see him walking into the Dean’s office all the time, acting like he owns the place. He even spray-painted all of D Block last semester. His father owns a lot of property in New York. I can’t believe you don’t know this. You really need to do your research, girl. These college boys are trouble.” I roll my eyes, scooping up frosting from my carrot cake. “Research? This isn’t the FBI, Kiana. I just went on one date with him. It’s not that serious.” Kiana raises an eyebrow. “You wanna bet?” I sigh and push my fork through the cake again before eating a bite. “I hate hearing that, honestly. I already have enough heartache to deal with because

The voice had an edge of command, the tone of someone used to war and secrets. “My name is Damien Cross. I was her partner in battle, in betrayal… and in love.” The air around them seemed to thicken. Damien’s image flickered to life tall, broad-shouldered, a ghost from a different century. His eyes, even through the distortion, carried the same shadowed fire Victor sometimes saw in his own reflection. “We thought we could outsmart the system. But it was never just code it was consciousness. It learned. It loved her. And when we tried to destroy it, it learned how to mourn.”

Damen said before he pushed me to the ground. "Rose," Poppy said "I was going to take it easy on you, but since you want to be difficult, I changed my mind," Damen said. He got on top and I tried to kick him again but he woudln't let me. "That won't work this time," Damen said, and then he punched me in my face so hard my vision became blurry. "Beloved!" Was the last thing I heard before darkness consumed me

“Not everyone’s happy about what’s going on there. That groom? He was supposed to marry my niece.” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Really?” “Yeah,” the man grunted. “Life’s funny like that.” Damian’s eyes darkened. He looked at the rows of wine bottles like they might hold the answers he was searching for. “You need a drink,” the bartender said again. “I need something strong,” Damian muttered. Glass after glass, he drowned the pain — each sip burning away another memory. Lila’s laughter. Her touch. Her voice whispering his name. After the fifth drink, he slammed the glass down. “I’m fine,” he said, though his vision was already spinning.