Dxd Crossover Novels & Stories

I swim over to Mae and pull her up to the little space that’s left between the ceiling of the room and the mass of water. “What are you doing, Xander?” “Give me your jacket!” I pull it off her and swim over to the source of the voice. It’s Darius. He takes it from me and we swim to the bottom. I see Xaden dive right after us. The second the hole in the ridgeline between the floor and the wall is clogged, the water stops rising. Darius Raken is still distracted. Xaden comes from behind and breaks his neck. The Founder's body drops to the floor as we swim up for air through the bloody water.

The sound of bone meeting wood was sickeningly loud. I looked up, my vision swimming with red lights and white fire, and there he was. Dax. He looked like he’d crawled straight out of hell. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, his hair was a mess, and his heterochromia eyes were glowing with a silent, murderous fury that made the guys in the booth look like a little boys. He didn’t say a word to them. He just stepped over the bleeding man, grabbed my arm, and hauled me up.

Dax walked in from the hallway, a bottle of water in hand and that relaxed expression only he could wear even in the middle of hell. "Can I stay here or are you guys already occupying the drama corner?" he asked with a half-smile, letting his jacket fall to the floor. I laughed without humor. "Stay. As long as you promise not to talk about death." "And what if we talk about what happens when we survive?" I couldn’t answer. Because just then, Maddox crossed the threshold with his steady, controlled stride, as if fatigue didn’t exist for him. His shirt was open down to his chest, sleeves rolled up, gray eyes like molten steel. Imposing. Conservative. Inaccessible. But not this time.

Dax's face was ashen, and his bloodshot eyes glared at Yooda in shock. That was something. Was that the true strength of a Fiend Martyr? What? Just from one blow? Everyone gasped! Dax's powers were strong enough to be considered one of the best in the Nine Mainland. On top of that, he had the Sky Breaking Ax as well. Yet somehow, he could barely take one blow from Yooda's attack. Amidst their shock, a few Carter family members snapped back to their senses. They rushed forward to help Dax up.

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.

But the Aryans didn’t know that. “I’ll be damned if you do that.” He chuckled as if he knew me well. “I want to see how you’re going to be damned, Frith.” I grinned at him. He shook his head. Then, I turned to watch the match again. Bullox has already defeated his three opponents. His left eye though was gouged out from its socket. I ran toward him as he jumped down the ring. I mindlessly took out the guabula flower and gave him a petal.

the door opened and in walked Caleb. "No I don't," I turned my eyes to the door. "I just have people to buy whatever it is that I want, pay for the damages that I cause but ignore what I really need," I gave him a small smile much like the one he'd given me. "so no I have no family."

"Anyway... I called because we might soon be working together. Mr. Cruz reached out to my father about investing in their new project. 'The Cruz living app'. Now my father is curious. We’re in Mexico at the moment. If you’re not busy… would you like to meet? I'm kinda bored." Damien closed his eyes for a moment and leaned back against the headboard. He could imagine the way she spoke, smiling even when she tried not to. "If you're bored, find a partner... I'm busy and I've got a woman, already." He said and she scoffed lowly. "Yeah yeah." She said. "Anyway, tell Mr. Xiao this," he said slowly. "If he chooses to get involved with the Cruz, if he puts money into their app, he’ll regret it. Any

Months slipped by in a haze of stolen heat. They never talked about what it was. Never needed to. It just kept happening—sharper, hungrier, more reckless every time. Supply closet on the 12th floor: Damian shoving Alex inside during a fire-drill evacuation drill that nobody else took seriously. Door barely latched, Alex’s back to shelves of printer paper, pants yanked to his knees. Damian fucked him fast and quiet—hand over Alex’s mouth, hips snapping, come spilling inside before the all-clear alarm even sounded. They walked out separately, faces blank, Alex’s thighs slick under his slacks for the rest of the afternoon.

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.