Danmachi Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.

It wasn’t fear yet. But the animal in them sensed a predator older, darker, and infinitely more willing to ruin the world for one person. Damian moved before thought could catch him. One heartbeat the Cross men were standing—smug, breathing, existing—and in the next, they were meat. Claws tore through sternum, bone cracked like dry twigs, and Damian ripped them apart with a violence that felt… sacred. Righteous. The chamber walls were painted red before the bodies even hit the floor.

“Welcome to your new role, Nova. My perfect little muse.” As I left the mansion on shaky legs, the taste of my own pleasure still on my lips and the memory of his mouth devouring me burned in my mind, I realized how deeply I was falling. I had come here to write better scenes. Instead, Damien Cross was turning my body into the living research for his filthiest chapters. And I was already desperate for the next page.

“You are the bridge.” “Bridge to what?” “Between what was and what will be.” Dante gritted his teeth. “You’re not taking him.” “We are not taking. We are completing.” The light brightened until the water itself glowed. Aiden felt it—the connection tightening, threads of energy wrapping around him. He could hear every frequency now, every living network whispering his name. “Dante,” he gasped. “It’s merging.” “Then fight it!” “I can’t—it’s not attacking.”

in a flash his finger was deep inside her making her scream in both pain and pleasure. "Ariel came to my room this instant" Damien said to Ariel through the mind Link using his Alpha tone. ______ Damien's words echoed in her head and she Wondered what she had done this time, he had left the Lightroom angrily and now he had mindlinked her to come to his room.

' 4 seconds left'FUKKKKKKEEEYOU GAMMEE~' Closing his own eyes pulling Daisuke by his neck placing his own warm lips upon the cold onces. 'Please, at least I don't want to die by the hands of the character I made myself'

Liam looks at me, his gaze conflicted, but I nod, giving my mate a reassuring smile. [It’s the only way.] I state quietly into the link Liam and I share. [I know, Bells. But this feels wrong now that he is so weak.] I suppress a sigh at Liam’s words and close my eyes. [Either you kill him or he tries to kill us to claim me as his mate. He is a danger to our future now, Liam, and I won’t allow him to live long to harm us.] I open my eyes, watching Damon still struggle against Liam. Finally, my mate nods and closes his eyes before chomping down hard on Damon’s jugular and pulling back. The sound of flesh tears fills the quiet room, and Damon’s body drops to the floor, his bright red blood slow

she smiled and gave Damian the cards one by one—baby blue, black, and white. “I'm all yours,” she whispered. Damian smiled widely and hugged her. “She said yes!” he shouted, making their friends scream and sing together. “Well, technically I didn't say yes like other people. I—” “Just shut up, you idiot.” Damian cut her off and attacked her lips.

even though this conversation was serious and not romantic I still blushed, I looked down at the ground but Damon lifted my chin, he gave me his signature smirk, and kissed me, my eyes closed, but suddenly it stopped, I opened my eyes to see he was no longer there, he had sped away mid kiss, that was annoying. New chapter up, enjoy

I looked up at him and let myself believe it, just for a breath. Damien Cross stood above me on the raised stone platform, moonlight carving hard lines down the side of his jaw, his eyes gone the color of amber caught too close to a flame. My mate. My Alpha. The same boy who used to press stolen honeycomb into my palm before pack politics taught him to measure every single word before it left his mouth. He wasn't measuring anything now. He wasn't saying anything at all, and the not-saying went on a beat too long.