Gears Of War Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Zelena. As soon as the name left Daniel’s mouth, I flew from the room in lightning speed. My feet barely touched the ground as I ran through the house. A stampede of footsteps thundered closely after me. I ran out the front door and all the way around the building to the driveway, not stopping or pausing for anything. I saw the SUV parked in the middle of the drive, bugs were splattered across the front grill and up along the wheel arch and fenders. He must have been driving through the night. I strained my eyes to peer through the dark tinted glass. My heart tightened and I gasped. There he is. His hair had grown, and he had a short beard now, but it was definitely Gunner. Tears fell from m

He looked at the baby, then looked at Justin, then looked back at me, his eyes instantly welling up all over again. "Well, I'll be damned," Gunner whispered, a massive, brilliant smile breaking through his tears. "We got a new Reaper."

Chapter Eighteen: Answers Will Be Given Phera POV: As I reached the end of the corridor, the double wooden doors that stood as the gateway to their office loomed larger with each step. Intricate carvings adorned the oak, forming a pattern of intertwined circles that seemed like a cosmic dance, representing our complicated connections. With a gentle push, the doors opened, revealing Axel, Damon, and Zane standing inside, their gazes locking onto me with a mixture of anticipation and relief.

She added with a nod. “Yes, it's true. Gavin is my fiancé.” Fuck! For the past five years, thousands of scenarios had played in my head about this reunion. I had expected anger, distant politeness, icy dismissal, or a storm of fury. Anything that made me believe Liora still belonged to me. But never this. Never that she would choose another man! “Little Fawn can’t do this to us, Cassian!” Warg, the lycan that had never known fear, whimpered in pain, curling into shadows, seeking refuge in the darkness of my mind. Even the brutal wars I faced had never left me hollow like this.

Sorex said with a smirk and unleashed a dark red sword with the gem fitted on it. "What I want" She replied and unleashed the Spear of doom. They clashed and clanging of metal sounds echoed throughout the space realm they teleported in. "Aquinto" Gaja yelled and they both teleported out of the space realm and landed in a forest. Sorex evaded two swipes of The spear of doom before blocking the last strike. Gaja kicked him in his torso sending him crashing through the stems of trees and uprooting them. Thick vines sprang out of the moist soil and wrapped it self round Sorex.

he whispered against her lips, forehead pressed to hers, “you run as fast as you can. Don’t look back. I love you more than anything in this world, Rory. You are my everything.” Rory’s striking green eyes burned with defiance as she gripped the gun tightly in her hands. “We fight this together. I’m not leaving you behind. Not now. Not ever.” The gunfight exploded with brutal suddenness. Bullets shattered glass windows and tore through wooden walls, filling the air with deafening noise and the sharp smell of gunpowder. Jax and Reaper returned fire with deadly accuracy, dropping several of Dominic’s men. Rory fired when she had clear shots, her heart hammering but her aim surprisingly steady d

The purple rug was rough and scratchy against my bare legs as the baby pink material of the dress flounced around me like a parachute. “You know I’m going to win this war don’t you? Sure you haven’t just changed sides because I took out most of Shadowlands army?” he said quietly, his words just audible. Though he watched me intesenly, his crossbow-wielding arm remained trained on the helpless guard. The white wooden door, edge with gold now had multiple bloody handprints against it. “There is no match for the hybrids, that is true,” I whisper back, sniffling like a child.

His heart—Travian’s heart—blazed like a newborn star. And from that fusion of god and man, of light and ruin, a weapon was born—a blade not forged from steel but from every moment they’d ever shared . Every laugh, every touch, every heartbeat defying eternity. As the Primordial rose to meet him, Soren whispered: “Together, right?” > “Always,” Travian answered. Then the world shattered into war.

He paces the asphalt like a caged beast, snapping at every passing packfront transport, shifting through five different frequencies of territorial rage before looping right back to a feral growl. Whoever delayed his schedule is probably going to end up at the bottom of Ravenmere Coast. But am I thrilled to be his fake moonbound consort? Absolutely not. But my inner wolf knows the brutal math. Upstairs, Kairo is sleeping with training wraps held together by spit and prayer. If I survive this night, I can buy him proper ironfang gear. I can clear the Vargan Dominion's medical taxes. I can finally breathe without looking over my shoulder. The heavy, rhythmic rumble of an modified engine breaks

I murmured, leaning down until my lips pressed a hard, possessive brand against the crescent mark on her throat, making her gasp softly as the golden wire bridging our hearts pulled perfectly tight under the rising sun. We turned our backs on the crossroads, walking past the rigid, saluting ranks of our thirty-two elite warriors and stepping back into the lead cabin of our tactical interceptor. As our convoy turned its bumpers back toward the mountain fortress, leading the execution vanguard home through the golden fields, I knew with absolute certainty that the future of the Crescent Warriors belonged entirely to the unbroken dynasty rising from the ash.