Ever After High Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Grey This is unbelievable. I can’t believe my dream wasn’t a dream. That I actually got to speak to the Moon Goddess. That Everleigh is actually my second chance mate. I don’t mind that she is mated to Zayden too. That just means we can have more fun. After our meeting I walked Everleigh back to their room. Well, I guess our room. This is going to take some getting used to.

No wonder why Death created his own damn coven to help him. The future is bright for Ever and me. I’m glad that my past is in the past, and I can move forward with the woman I love. I’m grateful for my beautiful soul mate. Ever has been a light in my life, one I knew I needed, but one I never thought I would have. I’m excited for everything our future holds, our future family, and our future in the coven. This is definitely never how I thought my life would play out, but I’m so thrilled that it’s turning out better than I could have ever imagined. I’m ready for everything the future holds because I know I can face anything with Everly by my side. I guess the Phantom of the Opera gets his hap

Just like what happened in the previous Evely’s life… After Evely was kidnapped and she fought with her dad, things spiraled down towards the path of no return. When the school started, she met her fake twin who transferred to her school, enticing Evely to leave the Hunts and return to her ‘mother’s’ side. The foolish girl who just wanted her mother’s love and approval did as she was told, and the series of tragedies began.

I truly love and appreciate every one of you. Don’t worry Before Hazel and After Eve will not drag forever , they’re just short prequels and sequels to enjoy the storm ! i love u allllll smmmm !!!

He gave me a weak smile. “Elena, thank you.” “You made me see your love.” At that moment, I believed everything had finally returned to the right path. I thought I had recovered our love. Soon after, we got married. I even gave birth to adorable vampire twins for him. But gradually, my body began to fail. I even showed signs of aging. That day, as I lay in a sickbed, Kael entered the house holding a familiar woman’s hand. Sylvia. She was not dead.

"You're mine. Completely. In every way that matters." "Yours," Adrian agreed. "And you're mine." "Yours. Always." They fell asleep wrapped around each other, the bond glowing steadily—stronger than before, deeper than before. Outside, storm clouds gathered. The Spring Festival approached. Lucian prepared his reset. But inside, Adrian and Cassian were fortified. Their bond had transcended everything now. Let Lucian try his reset. Let the story try to rewrite itself.

Victorious. My soul floated above my corpse, tinged gray-blue and frayed at the edges. The Hunting Grounds—our afterlife—rejected me. I was trapped. Not even death wanted me. “Do you think she did it on purpose?” Lilith’s voice trembled. Her eyes? Sparkling with delight. “Maybe she didn’t want to marry the Alpha of Golden Claw. She knows herbs—what if she poisoned herself?” “I believe you,” Avery murmured, drawing her close like she was made of spun sugar.

The pack healed in Chapter 23, Lila's Mist soothing wounds, her sapphire eyes tearful but resolute, emotions of relief mingling with grief. Kael's confession deepened in Chapter 24, his past cult ties fully revealed, dimming his tattoo as Alya confronted him, Ember snarling, but love prevailing in forgiveness. Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth.

* --- **The Aftermath** I wake in the wasteland, the sky whole, the crimson star gone. Ravel sleeps nearby, her face gaunt. The survivors are silent, their eyes clear. But the static is quiet. *Gone.* Nessa's voice lingers in the wind: **"You're welcome."** --- **The Horizon** At dusk, a new star ignites-emerald, silent, watching. Ravel stirs, her hand finding mine. "What now?" I stare at the fresh scar on my palm-a spiral-and-thorns, glowing gold. **"We keep fighting."**

With every last bit of strength I had, I shoved him away, desperate to get Wendy to the hospital. But Owen had lost all control by then. His face twisted with fury as he attacked me from behind. In my final moments, I clutched Wendy's lifeless body close to mine. The warmth slowly drained from my blood, and darkness began to close in. I never could have imagined that I would be reborn, let alone find myself back on the very day of the banquet. A wave of hatred surged through me, causing my fingers to tremble. I locked eyes with Owen, my gaze cold and unyielding. To my shock, I watched him walk straight toward Poppy.