Fanfiction Warhammer Crossover Novels & Stories

​The title was: "CHAPTER 159: THE MULTIVERSE OF THE MARGINS." ​A man stepped out of the truck. He looked like the Author, but he was younger, his eyes bright with a new, dangerous inspiration. ​"The 'Davis Story' didn't end with the Vane Group's collapse, Nora," the man said. "It just went Global. There are authors in Tokyo, London, and Lagos writing their own versions of you right now. You aren't one woman anymore. You’re a Crossover Event." ​Nora felt a sudden, sharp tug at her soul. Across the world, a hundred "Noras" were being born in a hundred different genres.

The Alpha King's Tribrid Mate(Completed) Fated To My Triplet Lycan Brothers (Completed)

In the year 383 when the human civilization had just started discovering things and building their own empire, people started exhibiting questionable and strange abilities after the great colonial war had ended. Most of the people are still not aware of such a thing but due to the number of children showing abilities that any normal human don’t have, they grew wary and thought that they are cursed. Thinking that the children are spawns of the devil, they decided to do an inhumane act and that is to burn all the children that exhibit special abilities.

Michael's back straitened. "...your mind will be destroyed. Miss Calvin will be placed in eternal servitude in one of the dungeon dreamscapes. Your mother and the girl Lucy will be killed since they have been affected by your power." Michael clenched his fist and lashed out with his will. The man stopped speaking as his throne was tossed backwards by a massive blow.

Caierre staggered. The wolf roared. The sound exploded through his skull like thunder. He nearly collapsed. The clearing blurred. The soldiers immediately reacted. Several raised their weapons. Others stepped backward. Morwen remained perfectly still. The pain intensified. Caierre squeezed his eyes shut. Memories flashed through his mind. Not his memories. Someone else's. Blood. Screaming. Chains. A massive black wolf thrashing against restraints. Silver symbols carved into stone. Voices chanting. Magic. Darkness.

Cuffe was seen going out of a motel with an intern by his wife, according to what I heard. [ Really? What's going on with their group? Mr. Gomez was first caught, and now it's that old man Mr. Cuffe's turn.] [ Ikr, We're fortunate that we're not on the same team as them.] Valerie read some new hot topic from her group chat team regarding a workplace affair involving another group of employees. She turned off her phone and set it aside, as she was uninterested in other people's affairs or business. She jumps on her bed after her hair is dry and reads some fantasy books about a king who will go to any length to ensure the protection of his kingdom and his queen.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 017: Civil War Sofia was surprised to hear that Spencer was at Lauren's coffee events. “How is that possible?” She thought. “he was supposed to be in Italy, why did he get back and why was he at the event? Why did he leave without saying hello?” was all that was going through Sofia's head as she hurriedly got Mary and sprinted back to the car to speak to Dave who was waiting by the car.

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

“Don’t burn us to the ground for a ghost story. Don’t throw away my love for a monster who won't hesitate to slaughter you.” I stood frozen in his embrace, my arms hanging uselessly at my sides, tears soaking the front of his expensive shirt. Slowly, agonizingly, I lifted my hands and placed them flat against his chest. “You deserve peace, Derrick,” I whispered into the quiet room. “And I am a walking warzone.” He tightened his grip as I pushed against him. “I can handle the crossfire. Whatever darkness is out there, I can handle it.” “But I don’t want you to!” I screamed, shoving him back with all the strength I had left. “I don't want you bleeding for me! I don't want you dragged into a gr

His words drip with venom. “Go home and put on the skimpiest black thing you can find, so maybe I’ll be halfway attracted to you.” He insults. He storms off. I exhale the breath I didn’t know I was holding. This war—between vampires and wolves, between power and love, between him and me—has only just begun.