Helldivers Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Time passed, slowly at first, one hour, then two, and with it came hunger and thirst and the air growing thinner, all of it bearing down on their already frayed nerves until the hallucinations started. Dad suddenly shot his arm out and pointed into the dark, his voice cracking with terror. "Stay back! Stay back!" What he saw wasn't an empty room. It was me, dozens of me, drenched in blood, reduced to skin and bones, rust water still dripping from my chin. I crawled out of the walls and fell from the ceiling and surrounded them from every side. Mom saw them too. She reached out into the air with both hands, tears and snot running down her face.

she gasped, pulling his face back to hers. The desire between them had reached boiling point. It was no longer just physical attraction; it was the collision of two ancient bloodlines — the meeting of the Guardian with her Alpha. The fear Helena had felt hours earlier, watching Dante in the workshop courtyard, had transformed into an erotic fuel, a visceral acceptance of the wild nature she now recognized as part of herself through the Thorne lineage.

as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.” He moved so fast and pinned me to the back of the booth, he moved my hair and revealed my pointy ears, as he studied my features he hissed, “Valkyrie?… you are a Valkyrie assassin.” I hissed at him as my claws sharpened on my good hand and I sliced across his face, causing thin lines of blood to drip down his face. I laughed, “I am not an assassin, otherwise you would be dead, I am a hired hand, determined to wipe out your kind.”

We three were flying, with Jarngrimr and Yolanda passing me, flightless, through the air, as Gullinkambi orbited around us, in his basilisk form, a chicken egg under a snake. "Craw!" Gullinkambi hissed with his plumed fangs. I rode the giant winged serpent my fetch had become. Yolanda's song carried through!: Bone fingers on mine as I shepherd ancestors across the Veil, onto starry Death’s breast, Hela grips my hand with ice and snowflakes, her palms slide to my hips to ground my roots as souls pour into me as black brilliant sparks wreathed in white halos, flickering into light

Hudson said, letting go of her and she fell with a loud thud on the floor. “ Jerk” Alvara glared angrily at Hudson who just took the book on the floor, heading to a table and placing it on it. Alvara stood dusting off some dust of her body before heading to the table. Hudson flipped through the pages of the book but stopped. “ Hah, found it. The Fenris Twins” He exclaimed. “ Hayden Johnson and Hunter Smith, two best friends who were brought up in a strict Nazi household headed by Smith Wolfgang von Strucker, leader of a terrorist organization, Hydra…

Warm air wraps itself around me, the heating of Helades’ penthouse greeting us as we step out of the cold portal. “Welcome home,” Gilda shouts happily, waving at us with a big smile. I take a step towards her, wanting to say hello with a hug, only for Helades to grab the back of the collar of my t-shirt, pulling me back to his side. “Get the fuck out,” he growls, Gilda’s happy face falling. “What?” we ask in unison, looking at him, confused. “You heard me,” he answers angrily, not letting go of me.

A teardrop glistened the corner of his eye as he glanced back at Hades. "You tried to kill my mate and my unborn child," Hades clipped, still glaring at his uncle. "No, it was Dreaden," he immediately refused. "I didn't know what I was doing. I was under her spell. Trust me." For a second I, too was faltered. Could he be telling the truth, because even if for a short while but I knew how it felt to be under the witchs' forbidden spells. They messed with your mind, turning your thoughts violent and wild. But then all the things he said in the safety chambers, and the way he almost controlled Dreaden came back to me, and the hatred bubbled back with full force. "No, Hades, don't believe him. H

There was a writing below it, which I could not translate, but it seems Vincent and Cyrus understood it So I was a hellhound “And they have the ability to control hellfire just like Riley does, and they are always tormented with death” Hearing the last part, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had always seen people die in my dream, and I had thought I was cursed but I was in fact a hellhound who sees death.

He took care of my crappy boyfriend after he treated me like shit, which made me believe that Damien was a good guy, but he was torturing Bradley and his friends when I was trying to put him on a better path. How am I supposed to feel right now? I had a massive crush on this man and he seemed to like me back, obviously, but this was a lot and it was happening so quickly. I took my headphones out, music was obviously not helping distract me. I shut my light off and laid on my bed, staring at the dark ceiling, listening to the raindrops on my window. ‘Is going to Hell different if it’s a choice?’ I wondered. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, I didn’t dream at all, and woke up feeling disappo

Her cross to bare. “Yes I would, and I don’t want to destroy him. I’m tired of people judging me, I’d be careful what you say. I’m already damned Odelia and I’ll take you with if you tamper with me or mine.” Odelia smiled and stood up. “I know you would, but the danger of you leaving Dovimax hollow shell is less a worry now. You are learning Hel, just like Fenrir. It’s not about fighting fate, it’s about directing it. If you want what all the rest are allowed you have to be willing to give that part of yourself too, or you will never have him.” Hel was following her down an aisle watching her frowning, this woman was odd. She figured she was going to tell her off of her grandson.