Fate Stay Night Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

*Aria* Rumors had a way of making everything louder. Every glance lingered a little longer. Every whispered conversation seemed to cut off a heartbeat too late when I walked by. The letter from Reynold’s Crossing sat folded in my pocket like a hot coal, its words burned into my brain. *Two Alphas circle the same moon.* *A cursed Alpha. A human Luna. A Nightfang wolf who wants her for himself.* Some itinerant traders had put our lives into a tavern story, and now strangers were drinking to it.

Imelda scowled, “The curse shall rise to where love has lied. You would have her heart and she— “That’s where you’re wrong.” I spat out, “My heart belongs to only one Luna, and it’s definitely not Lydia.” ~LYDIA~ The priestess remained mute as she studied my markings closely. Color rose in my cheeks, naked, frazzled and still weak from the mating ceremony. My life was going in a flash.

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

She looked at me like she’d already calculated ten ways to destroy me and none of them involved drawing a blade. Then the pain started. Not physically. Not even visible. A slow burn just beneath the skin, coiling in my chest like a thread tightening. Like two halves coming together. It bloomed across my wrist, glowing faint and silver. A perfect crescent surrounded by thorns the mark of fate. My wolf surged and went on high alert. Her scent was Vanilla and Berries, and the smell awakened Knox, my wolf howled in my mind. A fated mate. A Frostfang. Our Mate. Knox growled. I clenched my jaw, fighting the instinct to snarl or run or fall to my knees. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not he

A pile of clothes was folded at the end of the bed and I quickly dressed. There were many things to address—why had the rogues attacking Red Water been manic like the New York wolves? Why had Fenrath resurfaced again at the scent of the manic wolves? Why was he still in my head, sharing space with Jaxon, when previously, he had locked my wolf away? But more importantly, I needed to clarify what I had felt with Zayne. Were we mates or not? And what did that mean for Andrea and me? The hallway was quiet when I stepped out of the room. I didn’t know which direction would lead me to Andrea—or Zayne—so I just followed my instincts. I was led to the end of the hallway, to the top of the stairs.

His answer was gentle, honest, and hit harder than any promise ever could. My wolf, quiet all this while, stirred beneath my skin. He means it. I nodded slowly, curling my hands into the sleeves of the cloak someone had left for me on the bed. “I’ll stay, for now.” Kael smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Then rest. Eat. Heal. And tomorrow, I’ll show you the North as it truly is.” _____ I didn't know when I had drifted off to sleep, but for the first time in a while, I hadn't cried myself to sleep. I yawned and turned, the room was dark and I felt alarmed when I realized that I wasn't alone.

That story will still be a little way off but will crossover with the Twins’ story from the Fated series. Thank you for all of your support and encouragement for this book. I could never adequately express how much it meant to me. “Design of Fate” will be up once the contract approval is granted. I will add an additional Author’s Note when it does get approved so that you will get notified. In the meantime, Dante and Ziyah’s journey is unfolding in “Fated Soul – Fated Light” if you would like to check it out. Thank you, lovelies! – Shana Allen

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

"You and Kael merged in the dream-realm. That's a significant escalation." "We didn't—" I feel my face heat. "We didn't complete anything. We just… talked. And…" "And kissed," Thessia supplies dryly. "Among other things, I'd wager. Don't bother denying it—I can see the bond mark forming." "The what?" She reaches out and touches the skin just above my collarbone, and I feel a faint tingle of magic. "Here. It's subtle now, but it's growing. When moonbound pairs begin to truly connect, they develop matching marks. His is the Bloodwraith curse. Yours will be the counterpoint—light to his shadow. Dream to his nightmare."