Fanfiction Warhammer Crossover Novels & Stories

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

Her eyes which were closed before were now open and with dead seriousness in her sleepy voice, she said, “War is coming to Zenrada.” Zoey could not ignore the tone of her voice. He sat down and asked, “What are you talking about, Zaramanni?” Sleep was still trying to steer Zaramanni into a lying position but she was visibly trying to fight it. She squeezed his hands more and said, “The dragon told me. It told me that war is coming. The vampires are going to come and-” “They are going to what?” “Can I go back to sleep now? I need to fetch my goat.” And she dropped onto his knees, back into slumber as though she never woke up to utter something serious.

Now, I’m carrying a Crosswalk bastard child who would have no inheritance, no place in our ranks. Sinking into the bed, I break down into hard sobs. Corbin had always been my dream husband - handsome, respectful, from a wealthy pack, and a friend of my brother’s. But now, I’m too soiled for his family. I’m a liability to everyone but the Crosswalks. And what’s worse, I’m now the laughing stock of the Were-society - something I never dreamt I’d be. But, if my son grows up somewhere far away, he won’t have to endure any such prejudices, would he?

Vivienne slammed the bronze-bound door to her private chamber, the echo reverberating like a drum of war. Her pale eyes blazed under the dim torchlight, the flicker of flame dancing across her sharp features as she glared at the empty room that had just borne news she didn’t want to hear. Her hunters had failed. Amira Cross had survived. Not only survived, but she had outwitted them, using the abandoned outskirts of Crimson Crescent to her advantage.

𝕰𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖚𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖚𝖎 𝖛𝖔𝖓𝖟 𝖓𝖚𝖐𝖊. "The past is the past. The future is the future. The Present is who I am now." ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Prologue| Monstrosity, And Lunacy For Eternity TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains strong violence, blood, cutting off limbs, and loss of loved ones, which may not be suitable for some readers. Discretion is advised and stay safe. Otherwise, enjoy reading.

I cum first. Squeeze him. Shake all over. He shoots again. Fills me more. Cum bubbles out. Runs down. I collapse on him. Bodies stick. Wet and gross. Infection complete. I rise. Eyes milky. Urge to spread it. We leave the room. Find more survivors. My pussy hurts but craves more. Zeke follows in and his cock dangles, ready. We hunt together; rape and infect. Horde grows. Screams long gone; only moans left.

Zenya nursed Alba's cubs because her own child was killed by the same cats who took Alba's life. Zenya and Nicolas were the first cross-mated beastkind. Her child, Jaime Ivan, was the first born without a human donor and also the first double shifter. Zenya looked forward to seeing Mandy, a wolf, who was now pregnant by and mated to a bear. The two women would have a lot to talk about. The Kodiak turned his hulking body and left without another word. "How is everyone holding up?" Nicolas's words entered their minds.

“What did the prophecy say?” I asked, and my mother looked at the god of chaos seriously. “The prophecy of the nymphs of destiny said that a god of the main triad would fall in love with a mortal and the result of that love would be the key to avoiding war,” my mother said, and I started laughing. “That's stupid because the anchor prophecy says that I will be the doom of Xalaris,” I said annoyed. “Which damn prophecy do I believe?”

It seems that all it takes to start a simple fight or something as big as a war is having someone who is either greedy for more power than they already have or don't have or someone full of jealousy or maybe even a mix of both to ruin what could have been. I close the tome and shift my gaze to the forest outside letting my mind wander. I then remember Seraphina’s mating to Dominic, a Werewolf mated to a Vampire and according to the text in front of me such a mating is against the law, though the law itself isn’t stated within the text. ---------- I startle awake with tears sliding down my cheeks. It’s dark outside and as I look through the rain that softly taps on the window and watch as lig

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