Fullmetal Alchemist Crossover Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she whispered. “Nyra, please…” Ragnar said quietly. “Stop this and leave peacefully.” Nyra stood silently for several seconds before a twisted smile slowly appeared upon her lips. “Of course,” she said softly. “I shall leave.” The crowd sighed in relief. But then Nyra slowly turned her gaze toward the bride. Her silver eyes darkened completely until they became black. Dark energy began swirling violently around her body. “But first…” she whispered coldly. “I have a gift for you, my ex-lover.”

Their assumption, I am the killer. I went to bed tired and exhausted. I clearly remember biding them good night after the marvelous dinner we enjoyed. Alpha Balthazar had advised me to go to bed early, seeing my coronation as Luna of Balthazar was tomorrow at first light, following his early retirement. Papa was convinced I was ready to take the reigns and lead my people. And my mating ceremony was much later in the day. The last thing I remember was falling asleep on my bed. So how did I wake up here, like this, with a bloodied gown and a dagger in my hand?

I wrapped myself around her while I sobbed profusely, not giving a damn about who might hear me or not. “Mom….I can't do this!! I can…not. He…” “Shhh….” She pulled me back into the room I had just left, where she redid my hair to a bun it was, and redid my makeup. “Alecia, you can and you will! This is our lucky charm to become more-” “......Powerful and a chance to get closer to the Alpha?” I completed her statement, I was used to hearing it anytime I made a complaint.

“I cannot choose.” The Sicilian Don rose slowly, his ancient eyes heavy with judgment. “The bond is not a gift easily given, Ace. It is the law. If you bear two mates, it is no accident. It is a curse. Or a test. And whichever it is… bond must be followed.” The Korean Alpha growled low. “A hunter and a human cannot live. Not in our world.” The Yakuza Alpha shook his head, his tone softer but sharper. “And yet… she is a member of Cross, she is the key. You could use her. Infiltrate them. Destroy them from within.”

Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth. Veyra’s escape in Chapter 26 left a curse, her red eyes vowing revenge, while Soren's prophecy shadowed the dawn: "A greater darkness rises—the eternal crescent calls new blood." It hooked for Book 2, Alya's growth sealed, the pack united but forever changed.

Together, they symbolized the unity between the werewolves and lycans, bridging the gap between their two realms. As the celebrations continued, Alessia found herself reflecting on the transformative journey she had undertaken. She had grown from a young maid with unrequited love to a powerful and influential figure within the Convergence. Alessia's dreams of being with Phoenix had faded into the background, replaced by a newfound purpose and a love that surpassed her wildest imaginings.

Draven said calmly while holding his gaze on Alinta. "Now, as promised, let us be blessed as fated mates," Draven declared and took control over Bellinor, murmuring ancient words. His eyes shone a vibrant violet as a ball of light, the same colour, formed above Alinta. It drifted down like a dandelion and landed on her chest, where her fated mark rested. The light was absorbed into her, causing Alinta to whimper as it dissolved within her. A wave of purple light radiated from her body, and then a beam shot from her mark to Bellinor's chest, where his faded fated mark was. Draven grunted and Alinta screamed through the pain. The deity relished the chaos as he looked at Alinta with wide eyes,

“Yes. He is Xaulfur, the demon-obsessed. I’m Daymion, the Alpha.” “Then you both might have a few likenesses that make people think you are him.” I say it as if I am certain even when I somehow doubt myself. I have an absurd feeling that this younger brother is a psycho, lowlife scholar who spends most of his lifetime in libraries and local museums, or even shrines. “We have separate fathers, and…” the old man chuckles as his head drops, the very first time to see and hear him laugh. “I am much older. We are not alike in any way even. He might be the opposite of me.”

I drew closer to him and placed my hands on his curly hairs. "You don't have to feel bad of yourself Alaric. Everything that has happened, all happened for a reason and I am glad that after everything you are finally back with me as my mate." We both smiled in synch and all I could see was a reflection of my soul within his eyes. "I already made my choice and you Alana would be my next Luna." It was almost as though I was in the dream world. I was certainly going to be the next Luna. The once hated Omega, the auctioned girl who came with no hope is on her way to being a Luna.