Fanfiction Twilight Crossover Novels & Stories

Not even Sylver felt this strong. Fear gripped my throat and cold spread through me fast as he pinned my hands under his, drinking even more. Tears filled my eyes as I pushed and struggled, fighting to stay alive. "Rylan— stop! Please stop... You are hurting me!" I whispered and cried as my body began to weaken with every gulp he took. My vision started to fade and in that moment of weakness, I saw Azrael. Rylan suddenly became Azrael. He was drinking too much from me and my voice sounded distorted as I begged him to stop.

Sarah asked. "Not from mine," I admitted. "What about yours?" "A couple," she said with a shrug. "But that was years ago. They've already graduated." Soon enough, the twins took it upon themselves to give us an unofficial orientation. They pointed out buildings, groups of students, and dropped names as if we were supposed to recognize all of them. They explained the social system at Twilight and the power dynamics that ruled it. That was when I learned the blonde witch from yesterday was named Chrissy.

She sprung the door open and her eyes roved around the room until they landed on her bed where the activity was happening right in front of her eyes. Her stepsister Fayra was moaning in pleasure as her mate Mavros thrust into her with brutal force, every thrust he made was sending Fayra into an erotic world of pleasure and igniting more pain in Ivelle’s heart. Their clothes were scattered around and the room reeked of betrayal.

“I, Freya Denvers…” “Don't do it, Freya!” Xaden yelled. “...of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Xaden Andreas,” “Come on!” “...as my mate!” I concluded the vow. “It's over now, Xaden. You're free now.” A deep pain seared my chest and I ignored it. I could not go back on my words. The deed had already been done. “Accept the rejection if you have any shred of dignity left.” I said, staring down at him, waiting for him to get it over with when suddenly…

I whisper, hoping that I'll find them before it's too late for all of us. As I delve deeper into my research, my thoughts keep circling back to the dire situation outside my study's walls. Dante's insatiable hunger for power is driving us all down a treacherous path. His rapidly growing army of newly turned vampires is a testament to his recklessness. I know he believes it's a show of strength, a way to assert dominance among not only our kind, but the other supernaturals. He isn't seeing the bigger picture, and he is enfangering us almost as much as the twilight. The new vampires will need to feed, and when they do there won't be many people left alive.

The twins had already grabbed their small backpacks, their little faces instantly shifting from playful children to alert survivalists. The scent hit me again, thicker this time, laced with years of sleepless nights and suffocating rage. The supernatural summit was being held near the neutral borders, but I had never imagined Dave would venture this close to the sanctuary line. I forced my frozen limbs to move and grabbed my coat. “Let’s go,” I whispered, ushering them through the back door and straight into the dense fog. We moved through the trees with practiced precision as the wind howled, the scent of forest fire and crushed mint growing blindingly thick behind us.

Later, her crystal ball revealed that the fated mate wasn't in this world at all — they existed in my reality. So she cast another spell in secret, pulling that person across the divide and dropping them somewhere in the werewolf world. I spent the next three years searching for the person I'd dragged here against their will. When I finished telling Lucian the whole story, his knuckles went white on the steering wheel. I could see the storm of emotions playing across his face in the rearview mirror. "It was wrong of me to pull you into this world. Now that the prophecy has been averted, I'll have the Witch open a portal and send you home."

"You owe me twelve million dollars, Preston. I want it now." "I don't have twelve million in cash!" "Then sell the estate." "If I sell the estate, the council strips us of our seat!" Preston hissed, stepping closer. "Just give me a week! My sister is getting close to the Lycan Kings. She is going to be the next Luna. Once she marries Halil or Kai, I can pay you double what we owe." Staring blankly at the desperate young man, Victor slowly shook his head. "I don't deal in fairy tales," Victor whispered.

For us. I sealed the journal and tucked it away, the act a small ritual of preparation. The bell tower tolled again—twice now, marking the deeper night. Finally, I banked the fire and extinguished the lamp, stretching out on the narrow cot in the corner of the office. Sleep came in fragments, laced with visions of Rose's wide eyes during the claiming, her voice whispering *mine* as her fangs pierced my skin. The mark throbbed gently, a reminder that we were no longer two, but one. **Dawn – The Ravens Fly**

The green shoot at the base suddenly erupted, its vines wrapping around Xander and me, weaving us into the very fabric of the biological ledger. The Final Exchange The White reached us. It didn't hurt. It was a sensation of being unraveled, thread by thread, and then rewoven into something impossible. I saw the billionaire romance, the Spire, the werewolves, and the mud all merge into a single, shimmering point of light. "Find me in the new draft," I whispered, my voice disappearing into the White. "I already have," Xander replied, his voice a ghost in my mind. The world went white, but the story did not end.