Frozen Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

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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.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

He gave me a weak smile. “Elena, thank you.” “You made me see your love.” At that moment, I believed everything had finally returned to the right path. I thought I had recovered our love. Soon after, we got married. I even gave birth to adorable vampire twins for him. But gradually, my body began to fail. I even showed signs of aging. That day, as I lay in a sickbed, Kael entered the house holding a familiar woman’s hand. Sylvia. She was not dead.

I glare up at Levi Crosswalk, hatred tightening every muscle in my face. "I reject you, Levi Crosswalk, and I will never be your mate—in this life or the next!" I spit, venom dripping from every word. His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. "And I reject you, Anastasia Purrey. I hereby break the mate bond between us. You’re free to prostitute yourself wherever you choose." His words are cold, cruel, deliberate. The insult lands like a slap. I raise my hand—rage burning in my veins—but he catches it midair and yanks me close. Too close. I can feel his breath against my cheek.

“She is loyal, pure, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. How is she any less than the she-wolves you crawl to at night?” Caleb turned his head. His gaze locked on mine. And in that moment, everything inside me turned to ice. Years of loyalty… and still, I meant nothing. That was when I knew. There was no bond between us. No future. No Luna crown. “Gregory,” I said softly, my voice steady, “please cancel the engagement.” The old Alpha looked at me slowly, regret carved deep into his face. But I didn’t waver. I slid the silver bracelet from my wrist—the one that symbolized our arranged bond—and held it out.

I drag the scent of jasmine that fills my office, it burns all the way down, like I'm inhaling fire, heat fills my body most the south part especially. The heat is spreading, my muscles tighten, my heartbeat is kicking harder, faster and faster, the lighting in my office starts blaring, bleeding into the edges of my vision as red fills them. Three years of this hell. Since the year he left, my ruts stopped being biological cycles. They are no longer manageable, more temporary, and unpredictable now. Fenrir doesn't want release. He wants him, his scent, a ghost with jasmine on his skin. “Find him.” The voice of Femir slams through my skull, raw and feral.

I stood there, breathing fast in the frozen air, the tissue still crumpled in my fist. They were hiding something. And now I was part of it. Whether I liked it or not. I walked home with my fists buried deep in my coat pockets, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. I was done. Done with Snowridge. Done with the silent stares and cryptic comments. Done with Camden’s cold attitude and River’s haunting eyes. My nose still throbbed, and my mind was on repeat, playing back every word they said—blood calls, bonded, she’s not part of this.

It was chained to the altar, but the chains rattled as it strained against its bonds, growling low in its throat. Asha felt a flash of disgust, but her focus remained sharp. This wasn’t just any creature. This was the result of the Blood Pact—a creature forged from the blood of her people, the Frostkin, and the royal family’s twisted experiments. “That’s not just a beast,” Asha said, her voice cold. “That’s a weapon. And it’s not the only one.” Darian’s jaw tightened. “We need to get to the records. There has to be something here that explains everything.”

Just as I reached for the guest room door, she ran over. "I know you're still angry about the things I did before, but I've changed. Can't you see that?" There was a pleading note in her voice. She grabbed my hand and pressed it against the tattoo on her chest. [Jason.] It was my name. For a moment, my mind drifted back to a distant memory. We'd gotten those tattoos together when we were eighteen. Her family wanted her to study medicine, but she wanted to follow me overseas to study instead. After one particularly heated argument, she went out and got the tattoo.