Half-life Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Again. “Why? Why is my mate half human?” I growled, dragging my hands through my hair. A half-human. I’m the future Alpha King, destined to rule the Midnight Howl Pack—the largest and oldest bloodline in the realm. I’ve trained for this since I was six years old. I’ve fought alphas twice my size. I’ve survived winters that would freeze a dragon’s fire. And they pair me with someone who’s half human. Half! That means diluted blood, fragile bones, a slower shift, weaker senses—everything my mate is supposed to not be.

“You brought me back.” Selene’s tone turned sharp. “Not quite. He lives, yes. But his soul stays incomplete.” Kael stepped between us again, his hand on his sword. “What does that mean?” Selene smiled. “It means, brave boy, that she failed halfway. Now he lives but only because her soul fills the void he left.” My heart stopped. “What?” Selene’s grin widened. “You didn’t finish the ritual, so it took what it could. Half his life. Half yours. Bound. Forever.”

# THE HUSBAND I IMAGINED ## Season Two: The Life We Chose *A steamy contemporary romance novel — sequel season* --- ## Chapter One: The Journalist Vivian Cross had been building her career for fifteen years on exactly one skill: finding the seam in a story that everyone else had already decided was finished.

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

"Four days. That's okay. I like it here." "Things will be okay for a while," Sophie said, her voice dropping into a solemn, urgent register. "But I’m not here from your present. I’m here from ten years ahead. In my timeline, Anna... you are dying." The books in Anna’s arms felt suddenly, impossibly heavy. "Dying? But I'm a High Hybrid. I'm the Concentration."

" I clenched my fists and felt my throat running dry. I then spoke very softly, as if I was speaking to him and also convincing myself at the same time. "Maybe. But if there was a next life, I still think that we should never meet again." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, a sudden breeze picked up around us, as if it were a direct reply to my statement. Or, maybe it was an answer from Curtis. … Later that night, Archer draped a coat over my shoulder and let his fingers gently brush against the silver ring I now wore on my neck. I turned around and kissed him on the lips. Somewhere far yonder, the first break of daylight seeped into the sky, slowly bathing the earth in a warm, gentle

He said and held her hand "Do you wanna become a snow angel of death, Vivian?" "This is just so... sudden." Vivian pulled her hands away. "Are you asking me to become death too? Like you?" "It's been two months since your body has been half dead. I know I've lost my mind but I feel like you don't wanna go. You feel the same, you feel like you wanna wrap up all this mess. And that just makes me wanna grab your hand and pull you back, pull back where life exists and make you move away from me."

By force rather than finesse. Xian Karrh's holographic fencing partner, a warrior who had been dead for three hundred sixty six years, bellowed in pain and died yet again. Satisfied that his skills were intact, the Dodvalian walked through his recently fallen foe and racked the sword. A weapon he would have happily, cheerfully, used on at least half the sentients aboard. But that was impossible. His people were twice defeated, confined to a slowly dying star system, and in no position to attack.

Hannah pressed her lips as she pointed to the tequila. “I think I need that.” “Babe,” Reid was puzzled. “Now, get our DNA tested,” Hannah said. “I think we are not just doppelgangers. Doppelgangers from what I know live in different times, probably generations… I don’t know.” She sighed. “How are we going to end this?” She asked. “I’m doing everything I can, my love.” He reached her back and gently patted. “Okay,” She nodded. “I trust you.” She then looked at him and then to Xander and Reagan. “So, whatever you guys are up to, make sure to make it alive and as possible, unscathed.”