Fate Stay Night Crossover Archive Novels & Stories

My name is Ella Felicity Lunarflare. At the age of seventeen, my world fell apart. It all started when I attended Beta's birthday party in my pack. I arrived awkwardly alone, as my mom and stepsister had left early. I stood uncomfortably in the crowd that I hated so much. My gaze wandered around, and stopped across the room. Suddenly I was overcome with anger. I held my breath when I saw my lover, Black, kissing passionately with my best friend.

“But after the incident a decade ago that wiped out the Sapphire wolves, we’ve struggled to maintain stability. Being an Obsidian wolf alone is not enough to preserve balance.” The words tasted bitter. I did not enjoy admitting weakness. “So,” I continued, “we want to join forces with your pack. Share resources, reinforce borders. And also increase guard numbers, especially during rogue attacks.” Alaric leaned back slightly, considering. “I see.” Just then, a maid stepped into the office carrying a tray of drinks. The moment she moved closer, I smelled something. My body went rigid. That sweet scent. My hand shot out, gripping her wrist just as she set the tray down.

I hadn't let myself get tangled up in their mess. That night, when I returned home, I found an unmarked package in my mailbox. The wrapping was plain, except for a hand-drawn sketch of a plump, goofy-looking cat. I recognized it immediately. I'd seen that cat before—on the pages of Aaron's old notebook. I suddenly remembered a promise he once made. If we ever broke up, we'd each send the other a parting gift. The gift would have that exact cat drawn on it. A quiet, gentle way to say goodbye.

The engineered permanence of Zaria's construction coming apart with the completeness of something built on authority that had just been transferred. The system appeared. Not the unbordered urgent format. The standard interface. Clean. Bordered. Present. [ARCHIVE AUTHORITY: TRANSFERRED] [ZARIA BLAKES: AUTHORITY RELEASED] [HOST FIVE: ARCHIVE AUTHORITY RESTORED] [OBSERVER STATUS: WITHDRAWING]

Gosh I almost lost it back there, Nora is so annoying! Mom words popped up on my head. •Be careful Zara. Do not get into trouble• I sighed and bit my lower lip, I was about to twist the door knob and leave when I heard footsteps. I turned gently to see the blue haired cutie stepping out from a door. The upper buttons of his shirt are opened, showing his chest. Waiting a sec......what was he doing here?. This is a female restroom. As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from.

Besides he found someone for himself too". Noah explained. And for the first time in months, Benjamin smiled his genuine smile. "Okay how about... Lets start it again". Noah stood up stretching his hand. "Hello. I am Noah Gabriel . A Mechanical Engineer. And you"??? ********* Tabby

His grades were terrible, and he had taken someone else’s place to get into college. Just thinking about what I went through after marrying him in my last life made my skin crawl. Mark, on the other hand, seemed to misunderstand my reaction. His tone softened slightly. “Of course.” With his permission, the next day I cleaned the house, made breakfast, and then went to the county town. At the bookstore, I bought a full set of high school textbooks. The owner, in a good mood, gave me a copy of “Don Quixote”, saying it had just arrived in the country and was hard to find.

Luna Ava from the Moonridge pack asked, and I gave a negative response. She was facing a situation similar to Emily's. She lived with her husband and his Fated mate. Her husband, James, declined to reject his fated partner because he understood it would diminish his wolf's strength. He compelled Ava to approve to it, and she had been living unhappily as a heavy drinker ever since. "You must show courage, Olivia. It won't improve. My bed turned cold three years ago. Now, they have offspring, and it's almost as if I'm invisible. Meetings are the only thing I'm ever useful for," she said, then took a large sip of her wine.

The purple static faded, replaced by the steady, cool silver of the path. Xander finished the final verse, his voice cracking. He slumped forward, his face ashen, the effort of stabilizing a collapsing reality having drained the very marrow from his bones. “We’re clear,” Cassius whispered, catching Xander before he fell. “The Archive has retreated. It knows we’ve paid the price.” Evangeline looked at Xander, her heart aching for the toll he had taken. She could feel the terminus ahead - a cold, sterile vibration that smelled of ozone and servers.

“She kills them. Or feeds them to her father.” His breath stilled. His pulse quickened under my fingertips. “And do you know what happens to someone who lies to me?” He shook his head, trembling. I leaned close. “I find out anyway.” He fainted. At least I didn’t kill him. Not yet. THE THIRD FACILITY: THE ARCHIVES Hidden beneath a 19th-century manor in Vienna, accessible only through an elevator disguised as a wine rack, sat Cross’s most sacred place: The Archives. Tens of thousands of documents.