Gears Of War Crossover Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He cried and once more, the warmth returned, heavy this time. With a grunt, I shoved the dark presence furthed into the dark. His grip loosened and I whirled around, throwing a punch I couldn't even see. My eyes opened again. The sound of my hard breathing tested my ears. I blinked at Cross who cradled my face. His eyes wide with raw and heavy emotions. I saw the relief in them. They were short-lived when he looked past me and his face paled. Valkar. Great! As if Lust wasn't already a handful, there was Valkar to deal with too.

Gwen called out and the girl released another wave of flame that hit Sakasha. She raced into the portal as the smoke pulled at her quickly. "Expectro thundraka!" Gwen yelled with a voice that sent lightning shooting out of the ground, discomforting Sakasha who shrieked loudly and had no option but to retreat. Gwen walked backwards into the opening and it swallowed her up. .. .. .. A Red Lamborghini came to halt in the compound where Trixie's creation was on their knees to welcome her arrival. The doors slid open and she got down with Agatha Cruz and Laura who were now behind her.

Gideon was crawling underneath my skin, wanting to break free and kill everyone that stands between us and our mates. -*-*-*-*- Jamie POV It took us longer than I thought to find somewhere we could hide. We even had to cross the border, making sure the red wolves wouldn’t follow us into the rogue territory. Carson and I both felt the tug on the bond as if Ares was calling for us. He had to make sure to tell him that we were okay. It has to be an emotion that is strong enough to move through our connection. “I have an idea,” Carson said with a smug smile on his face while his eyes were filled with lust.

"Vacation's over. We have a massive, unidentified Crawler breached in Sector 4, under attack by hostiles. Mount up. Heavy iron, explosive rounds, and Phase-Drives hot." "Copy that, Prez," Tank’s voice rumbled back instantly, the sound of a heavy shotgun racking in the background. "We're rolling in two." Dax turned to me. He looked at the grease on my face, the heavy boots on my feet, and the brand-new, glowing phase-metal ring on my left hand. "You ready for Chapter Two, Ghost?" he asked, a fierce, reckless grin spreading across his face. "I built the engine, Pres," I said, grabbing my heavy leather jacket off the porch railing and shrugging it on. "Let's see how fast it runs."

, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten. “No, there’s still another one. Esca, capture him.” Conri ordered. “He is entering the borders on your right. Kill him.” Esca molds an ice archer and deliver the bow to the remaining Lighten running from the reaper of death. “Amazing! Your smell is really amazing, Con!” “Well, he is just the son of the strongest werewolf. And, his mother is a crossbreed.” Risse exclaims with pride. “Even if he’s a half-crossbreed, his ability is still above us. Ugh! I can’t stop from admiring you, King!” Esca jumps to Conri’s arms and hugs him.

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.

The drawer, now closed, held the secrets of a plan set in motion—a plan that would test allegiances, unravel narratives, and define the fate of those entangled in the moonlit tapestry. Leaving the study, I made my way to the garage, the hum of anticipation echoing with each step. The scent of motor oil and steel welcomed me, a stark contrast to the ethereal fragrance imprinted on the drawer. The engines roared to life as I prepared for the operation, the metal behemoths responding to my command. The Elite Warriors, a formidable force, awaited their orders. As I stood amidst the mechanical symphony, the weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders. Gabriel returned, flanked by the chosen

the world would simply cease to be rendered. ​She looked at the Amber-Eyed Girl, who was still playing that screeching, nihilistic melody. ​"You want a Sequel?" Nora whispered, her eyes glowing with a fierce, amber light that matched the girl’s. "Then let's give them a Crossover." The Return of the Real ​Nora didn't attack Julian. She turned and threw her crimson flute directly at Leo. ​"Leo! Catch it! Combine the 'Silver Power' with the 'Open Source'!"

The soldiers weren't trying to blow the gates; they were Injecting a Script to overwrite the mountain’s ownership. [WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED_ADMIN_ACCESS_DETECTED] [SECTOR_01: OWNERSHIP_TRANSFER_IN_PROGRESS] "They’re Hot-Wiring the Citadel!" Caleb shouted over the sound of the emergency sirens. I dove into the tactical HUD, my mind expanding to cover the entire perimeter. I could feel the "Touch" of the Alliance soldiers—a cold, hollow sensation that felt like a thousand tiny needles trying to prick my soul. "Xander! I need the Hardware Lock!" I screamed.

** --- **The Static's Betrayal** They corner us in the server room. Ravel fights, her knives carving through biomechanical flesh, but the hybrids heal faster. My static lashes out, but Nexa *catches* it, weaving the lightning into a crown of thorns and code. **"You see?"** She floats above the carnage. **"We're the same."** The crown settles on my head. Visions erupt: -A world where Eden lives, his scars blooming into wings. -The Hunter, roots coiled like a lover's embrace.