Danmachi Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Just me and a message from a number I don't recognize telling me something that turns every plan I have made into a question I don't know the answer to. She already knows. Damien Cross built three years of his future on a woman he thought he understood completely. Someone just told him he never understood her at all. And whoever sent that message is watching both of them close enough to know exactly when to strike.

Damian’s mouth moved dangerously close to the nape of my neck as he inhaled deeply, the feeling sending a searing sensation through me, making my core tighten. As he lowered his head slightly, trailing along the line of my neck down to my lips, a loud howl was heard vibrating through the packhouse. He stilled, though he didn’t move away, his eyes darkening again as he captured my lips once more. Then another howl followed, this one sharper, more strained, like a cry filled with pain. Damian finally pulled away, his expression turning unreadable. I could tell he had shifted into the mind link, his eyes flashing with a quiet intensity as yet another howl echoed.

Damon pov Once the door snapped shut behind Dominic I rushed Lucy as she shot wildly I felt myself get hit many times. The warrior rushed her as well knocking her to the ground. She rolled away growling as I tried to attack but blood loss had me growing weaker. I managed to swipe at her and felt my claws tear through flesh enjoying the loud scream she let out. I collapsed and heard Dominic through our link. "Damon, his voice cut in I was so weak, Hannah has a baby boy and baby girl",the relief she was okay hit and I could barely link back.

a voice asked and I turned to see Lucario walk in dressed in a tuxedo with one of Xavier's girls called Sasha "You got out without a scratch?" Damanico asked "It pays to have links." he kissed Sasha and she giggled "I have the most amazing girlfriend ever." "Wait until Xavier finds out you've been secretly dating one of his girls." Damanico smirked "Well we're going to be on the same team anyway cousin." "Welcome to the Gionovese Joint Luca." "My pleasure." Damanico's POV "So Xavier has the music box?" I asked Rocco as I paced in his office "Why the hell didn't he just hand it over?"

He smiled, "We can discuss it with them later... like when they start their senior year of high school." I finished my sandwich and laid down. Damien started to walk away, and I grabbed his hand, "Where do you think you're going, mister?" He smiled, "I was just going to go in my office and do some paperwork while you rest." I sighed, "I was hoping you would lay down with me. I love feeling you close to me." He nodded, "What my Luna want's, my Luna gets." Damien POV

Cynthia smartly snatched her dieary and thenCynthia hit her elbow in his stomach giggling . " I won ...without any superpowers boom ." said Cynthia . " Ahan nevermind ." said Damon giving an eye roll . " And don't you dare to read my personal diary again ." said Cynthia narrowing her eyes . " I already read that all ." said Damon smirking ." All your stupid fantasies ...literally everything ." he added . " You are douchebag ." said Cynthia leaving her mouth wide open . " Unfortunately it was your last year diary ...so i didn't get anything important accept your wild fanatsies ." said Damon .

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.

Amber blink back in shock “W... what?” His voice rose, sharp and final. “Are you deaf? I said the marriage is over.” Then without hesitation, he growled, “From this moment on, I, Damon Cross, reject you, Amber Smith, as my mate.” The pain hit her like a crashing wave. Amber clutched her chest as the bond tore violently within her. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. The rejection hurt a thousand times more than his betrayal ever could.

Alex wrapped his legs around Damian’s waist, pulling him deeper. “Come back to me,” he whispered against his lips. “I love you. Not the demon. Not the fusion. You.” The kiss deepened. Love burned brighter than the possession. The fusion shrieked as it was forced partially out—blue and red energy exploding from Damian’s body in a crackling burst. It hovered in the air for one second, writhing, before retreating deeper into Damian’s mind, not fully gone but weakened. Damian collapsed on top of Alex, breathing hard, eyes clearing but still flickering with red sparks.

“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.