Dbz Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

None of this seemed real. I walked to Drakon's body and looked down at him. "You did not choose me in this life," I said softly. "Do you know, the blue dragon from our past life? I created him with the Blood Rite. For you. So you could have an heir. And you killed him with your own hands. Drakon Vexis, you should have died long ago." His eyes snapped open. They were filled with regret and unwillingness. But none of that mattered anymore.

My tracking and stealth might be essential to saving the Beta’s cousin. “Damien, you might even meet your mate, so try to make your uncle proud,” Dee says. “What do you know that I don’t?” I ask Dee who pretends to zip her lips. “My mate is in that pack, isn’t she? Or he? Or they?” I pause between each variation awaiting something to confirm but she remains silent and isn’t giving me anything to work with, however, I am certain, I will be in for an interesting ride. Once I’m ready she grabs my arm and that nauseating rush of being sucked into a dimensional rift and spat back out thousands of miles away takes hold. I am more used to it than I’d like to admit, but it’s still unsettling.

A scalding drop of wax splattered onto the back of my hand, causing me to yelp in pain. My parents turned their heads, their eyes brimming with undisguised disgust. "Why are you so clumsy all the time?" barked my dad. I remained silent, but inside, I was bubbling with excitement. That was because I had been reborn, flung back to my birthday. In Doreraford, everyone had heard about Andrea Jordan, the delicate darling of the city.

I owe you coffee. Casey glanced at her phone's clock: 8:47 AM. Just enough time to shower off yesterday's grease smell, grab her Burger Blast uniform from her backpack, and catch the bus across town to the Crossroads Complex. She'd been pulling extra shifts anyway to build up her couch-surfing fund—Jordan was great, but she couldn't impose forever. As she stumbled toward the bathroom, her laptop caught her eye, still open to the document she'd been working on. Chapter twelve of her dragon novel stared back at her, cursor blinking accusingly at the half-finished sentence about elemental fire magic.

Their only saving grace was the inheritance Evelyn Hert left behind—and this fragile marriage alliance with the Crosses. Too bad the groom-to-be was Damian Cross: the forgotten son, the unwanted heir, the one no one respected. Naturally, Rowan would never waste his precious Liana on someone like that. So, they shoved Aria into the fire instead. And Aria? She smiled like a fool. She blinked her big, stupidly innocent eyes, clapped her hands, and suddenly broke into a childish song: "In the land of little blue folks, where the mushrooms grooow—

Darby reached to the villa and outside were standing a few bodyguards.He went to one of them...his loyal one."What is the report?" he asked the bodyguard and he answered, "Sir, he is not at home. A pretty woman was by his side.""A woman?" Darby narrowed his eyebrows."But a Dragon is still in there," informed the bodyguard."Dragon?" Darby was getting confused."I'm going in," he added when the bodyguard stopped him saying, "Sir, I am sorry...I can't let you go in.""This is still my villa, Crawford," Darby declared sternly."Not anymore...the legal papers have been made and this villa now belongs to Azazel."Darby clenched his fists in annoyance. He was getting on his last nerves to tolerate that

The Unspeakables nodded at him, and disappeared into tall green flames after calling 'DOM, Ministry'. --------------------- a/n: Still in doubt if I let Shuri get killed or not. And no, Akeno will definitely not be a wife of the MC.

Slowly, I turn. He’s at the base of the stairs, looking up at me. Calm on the outside. But I know him. There’s something tight beneath it. Good. “Don’t follow me,” I say. He doesn’t even hesitate. “We’re not done.” A bitter laugh escapes me. “We’re very done, Crosswalk.” I turn again and continue up the stairs. This time, he follows. I can hear it. Measured steps. Unhurried. Certain.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- A small growl of pleasure that escaped Zeus' lips. It sounded more like a prayer. Dabria was not sure what she was doing in the bathroom. She couldn't remember what actually happened. She just remembered that she was extremely tired from the trip they went on. And she didn't even have enough strength to eat anything. She just went straight to bed. And when she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing in front of completely naked Zeus. He had scratches all over his body. They had healed, but Dabria was sure that she saw scratch marks on Zeus' body. Dabria was confused. And she wanted to ask him what actually happened to him. But Zeus' body distracted her. The lus