Game Of Thrones Crossover Novels & Stories

Alpha Jeremiah Lodwick was one of the few alphas in Nydisia that held more power than the nobles. The man named Alexander continued to introduce the girl to his right, "This is my mate Lady Nicole Covintre," The girl named Nicole had red vibrant glass-like eyes and that of her mate was deep golden brown. Katherine wondered if they were a crossbred mating couple seeing as their eye colours were so different indicating they were not of the same species. Katherine looked at the girl and noticed some similarities in her face to someone she had seen before but she couldn't place her finger on it.

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

The island was doing its pre-dawn thing, the specific quality of dark that existed in the last hour before the sky began to change, the dark that was about to be something else. Lysander moved beside her. "There's one thing I want to say," he said quietly. "Before the panel." She looked at him. "The Covenant bloodline," he said. "The dissolution conditions. When the governance framework is restored the automatic revival of their standing." He held her gaze. "That standing doesn't only belong to Caspian through his mother's line." She held him. "The revival is community-wide," he said. "Everyone descended from the Covenant bloodline's community recovers their standing."

"All done. Hogwarts' wards are 100% back 'online'!" He then walked to Joan and took her in his arms, kissing her passionately. Joan replied fully to his advance, and hugged Erik's neck, passing her arms behind it. As the kiss evolved to a full make out session, Erik slid his hands down Joan's body until he got to her dress hem. Sliding his hands back up through the skin under the dress, Erik groped Joan's butt with both hands, one in each buttcheak, getting a long moan in reply. He then tightened his grip and lifted her off the ground. Joan quickly hugged Erik's waist with her legs, locking them behind him. The makeout session continued, while Erik walked out of the platform with Joan in his

Altered blood. Engineered bonds. Numbered lives. Built thrones. Controlled prophecies. They had been afraid. Another chain broke. The distant black door moved. Only an inch. Darkness appeared between its edges. Something breathed on the other side. Every key in the Crossing went dark. Except Emmy’s. Amethyst light blazed between her fingers. A voice came through the final door. One voice. Quiet. Female. “Emmy.” Her heart stopped. Ignisvath tightened his grip.

but-- There was someone standing in the center of the village. Covered with a cloak, she walks forward to the ends of the blue flame village as her shadow covered the darkness... In ancient times, there was an existing being who was considered a pure curse that wields the power of calamity. If one bears this cursed child, it must be killed in instant or the world will be in a dire catastrophe. A child of opposite races –a Lighten and a Darken child, a Lighten and a Mortal Child, and, a Darken and a Mortal child. They are called- The Crossbreeds.

The bodyguards dragged me toward the pond in the center of the garden. They tied me up with thick rope and threw me onto a dilapidated old canopy boat rocking at the water's edge. Before I could even open my eyes properly, they flipped me over. Then a buzzing electric saw whirred to life and came straight for my finger. The searing pain made me scream. Soon, my blood began to stain the pigeon-blood ruby, giving it an eerie, sinister glow. "Tsk, looks like another fool is about to die." "She's such a pretty young girl, but she just had to be stubborn. Now look—Master Lucas won't let her off. At the very least, she'll lose a finger."

The lowered gondola’s threshold flared with ghost‑light, stretching out across the boardwalk like invisible feelers. A HUD‑style overlay blinked into my vision for a split second: \[PAIRING: INITIATED.\] Small motes of light zipped from the wheel’s hub, streaking toward us. One struck Corvin in the chest, then veered to hit me square between the eyes. Text flashed for me alone: \[LINK: CORVIN THORNE + WILLA ROANE.\] \[COMPATIBILITY: HIGH.\] Heat pricked the back of my neck. Before I could process that, two more motes split off—one pinging against Jax’s sternum, the other tagging the older woman, Tamsin.

Claire’s POV “Please let me introduce everyone,” Thoran stands. “As you’ve met, Jax,” he nods. “This is Herk, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.” He gestures to the hazel-eyed man. I hesitantly glance over at him. His smirk has become a grin. He reaches out for my hand, and I slowly take it to shake. But he brings it to his lips, eyes never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, miss…?”

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”