Gears Of War Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After everything we've been through? Why the fuck is Cross having sex with someone else? I looked back at them, taking in the sight again, seeing Cross' erect cock disappearing into the girl he was fucking over and over again. His hands moving up to cup and squeeze her breasts. I felt tears pricking at the side of my eyes but I held it, long enough to regret the decision I made to find Cross. In the next moment, I ran out, evading every security and their checkpoint as I made my way out of his house.

The "Co-Author" merger was a visceral, soul-shredding atmospheric pressure. In the center of the "Bleached" courtyard, Kaelen and Elora were no longer two physical beings; they were a "Twin Pulse" of gold-starlight and scentless vacuum. The collision of the "Genesis" marrow and the "System Prototype" created a "Feedback Loop" that unwove the Auditor’s "Premium Gold" armor, turning the clinical being back into a cloud of grey static.

I try all keys on the door until I find the right one and the door opens. "Run, I am right behind you," Axel tells me through the mind link. I run out the door where I see wolves fighting each other in the tunnels. It's a freaking warzone. I run through the tunnels as fast as I possibly can. I am still too weak to shift from the wolfsbane.

The resulting open room it leads to is small but just big enough for me to pace around, take out my frustration on the rough brickwork. Except something feels off. I never leave anything in here, nor see anyone else using this space but it's just not right. Switching on my torch I curse under my breath to see the machine gun has gone. “Fuck,” “Goodbye Cyrus,” came Raze’s sly voice. I turned around but I was too late. Twisting the mechanism into shutting again he smiled with dead eyes. I lunged my arm through and he yelped in frustration as my claws extended enough to almost take his heart out where he stood.

“Let’s move.” The alley shook, more drones appearing. I ducked, slashing one. Gabriel took another, metal crashing. Max and Dax fought hard, their strength waning. “Hold them!” I shouted, hacking a turret. Sparks flew, and it exploded. Gabriel grinned, pulling me behind cover. “Amazing,” he murmured, brushing my hair. I blushed, leaning into him. “Keep up,” I teased. He laughed, his hand on my waist. The bond sang, steadying me.

For a moment, I wondered if we were losing ourselves, if the merge would consume us. But then… a breakthrough. A core fragment, pulsating with the familiar signature of my father, shimmered before us. “This is it,” I whispered. “The heart of him.” Jax nodded. “Together.” We plunged into it, our minds intertwining, hearts beating as one. The core resisted, twisting, reshaping reality around us, but we held firm. Memories of pain, fear, control—they all crashed against us like waves. But we didn’t falter. We pressed on, using our bond, our love, our trust, as a weapon stronger than any code or neural link.

I was just about to grab her hand and steer her toward the exit, to literally drag her away before the worst happens when the door behind me creaked open again. I didn’t have to turn. I knew. My entire body went rigid as footsteps echoed out of the restroom. Gia’s head turned before I could stop her. Her eyes widened slightly, and then that all-too-familiar smirk started forming on her face. “Wait a second,” she said, her voice suddenly laced with curiosity. “Isn’t that…” I turned, just enough to see Cross walking past us in his usual calm and composed expression as if he hadn't just fucked my brains out some minutes ago.

' Warriors hauled Garrick and Elara away, their protests fading down the tunnels. The pack rallied then, voices rising in determined growls. 'We stand with you, Alpha!' one shouted, fists pounding chests. Thorne nodded, but his hand squeezed mine, emotions raw— anger at the fracture, fear for us all. I related to it, this hidden world cracking under threats, mirroring my own confusion. As they dispersed to reinforce guards, the venom stirred again, not lust this time, but visions flickering at the edges.

he gently rolled, and his thumb dashed about my back. “The horror of the Old World is history.” “Not quite,” I said, leaned to his shoulder and smiled exhausted, but infinitely happy. “There’s a lot of carbon steel out there that repairs must be. We have a lot to do, Commander.” Kael laughed quietly. He bent down and pushed me a warm, deep kiss to the forehead. “Where the wind carries us, companion. I follow you.” Epilog: The whisper of the new wind

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