Digimon Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

I cry and say, “No Dimitri! Do not utter a single word, I’m going to fix you, I promise.” We must remove the magic poison from him since it is black magic. The twins of the siphon. I shout, “Dixie!!! Alexa!!!” for the lovely twins. In order for me to heal Dimitri, they may drain him of all his evil magic. Dismayed, Dixie and Alexa hurried to my side. Dimitri’s torso was covered in black lines that extended to his neck, making it seem awful. He was being dried out by it. “What can we do?!” Dixie said as she knelt next to me. “I need both of you to siphon Namek’s dark magic poisoning Dimitri.” I say to them. Alexa voiced, “A dark magic like this could kill us—-” after realizing that siphoning

"Fuck! Don't stop. I'm so close!" Dexter's climax surged through him like a tidal wave of rapture, his entire body trembling with the intensity of his release. His semen filled Astrid's mouth as she enthusiastically swallowed every drop, ensuring not a single ounce of his cum went to waste. She savored the taste of him — a mix of salty sweetness that tingled on her taste buds. Phoenix took his turn, seizing control as he guided his cock deep into her mouth. With a firm grip on her hair, he set the pace, each thrust syncing perfectly with the pulsating rhythm of his release.

he said. "And I like it," Cassian said simply. "Specifically. For itself. Not because it resembles something before. Because it's this." Aiden set down his noodles. He crossed the small space between them on the floor and sat beside Cassian, close, in the way they sat when neither of them needed to say anything and the proximity was the whole point. Through the bond: "I like this too," Aiden said. "Specifically." "Good," Cassian said. They ate their noodles on the floor of a small apartment in December, an immortal demon and a twenty-three-year-old urban history student, in a second lifetime that was entirely its own thing while also being the continuation of everything that came before.

she said, so casually like I wasn’t even there. And just then, it dawned on me. Damir. That’s the name the stranger had just called the alpha who was protecting Fiona. He lied. He is Damir. He is the one holding my Luna. My anger heightened, and I was forced to let Dexter climb into beast mode. In a heartbeat, our eyes burned with twice as much red fury. Bones popping and realigning until Dexter was standing more taller than his usual height. The leaves, dirt, and twigs sitting within proximity began levitating from the dangerous aura that emitted from me.

“Well done, Deimon. You’ve proven your strength and leadership. But remember, this is just the beginning.” Deimon nodded, knowing she was right. The victory was significant, but the challenges ahead were even greater. The Crescent Order and the Luna’s Tear were still looming threats, and they needed to be prepared. As Deimon stood there, surrounded by his friends and allies, a surge of emotion overcame him. Without thinking, he leaned in and kissed Kate, right there in front of everyone. It was a kiss full of gratitude, love, and promise. When they pulled apart, Kate’s eyes were shining with tears of joy, and Deimon could feel the warmth of her affection radiating through him.

Dante roared, trying to pull me back. "Listen to me!" I shouted over his shoulder. "She wants the 'Original' DNA? I’m #3! I’m the most resilient one you’ve ever made, remember? If I merge with the 'Original,' the frequency will loop. It’ll create a 'Feedback-Crawl' that will fry the ship’s OS—and Elena with it."

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.

“You’re not thinking clearly, Cullen.” He was right. But I didn’t care. I reached out and touched his forehead. A reaper’s touch to another reaper’s mark is sacred—ancient magic. A spell of banishment. In a blink, he vanished into the mist, leaving behind his death note. I picked it up. “Paige,” I read aloud. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “So… you were meant to die tonight.” But not on my watch.

The cherry blossom scent is part of my Gumiho side. I stopped being scared when this happened now. I used to try and fight them off, but I found it was easier to soothe them before ending it. This one is worst than the others. He hasn’t even told me his name, and he rushed in here without taking off his shoes. Then he tries to take my body. I settle my stomach. I honestly hate this part, and he smells worse than the others. I take a last deep breath out. “Oppa, aren’t you going to kiss me?”

He stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, hand gently stroking her reddened ass now. “Good fucking girl,” he murmured, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to her shoulder. A sharp knock on the study door made them both tense. “Victor? You in there? Got some urgent numbers from Tokyo.” Damien Cross’s smooth, confident voice carried through the wood. Victor pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from Lila’s abused pussy with dark satisfaction. He tucked himself away and helped her stand on trembling legs, smoothing her dress down. “Fix yourself,” he whispered, voice still rough. “And behave. Damien’s got a nose for trouble.”