Invincible Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As long as she stayed strong inside and pretended like nothing happened, like she forgot everything… she could achieve a god-tier invincibility! That’s it. Wen the Invincible adjusted her mindset. She got up, wrapped in the blanket like a caterpillar, and shuffled into the dressing room. Opening a drawer, she saw that someone had neatly arranged her underwear by shade and tone… Immediately, her mind recalled how she’d grabbed his hand last night and made him… Made him do it once… and then made him again… Her face—normally expressionless—turned scarlet. “It’s fine, really,” Wen the Invincible muttered with a pout. “We’re not exactly strangers. No big deal.”

It was simply impossible. “Hello, my name is Cross Owens and I am assigned to your class. It’s not my class yet but I just came to say and get to know you guys.” His voice. I felt lost. I could only stare. His name. I finally knew his name. I finally knew both of their names but now, they are both off-limits. Cross, my first lover from that night a week ago, and Lucas, my other lover. I wanted so much to meet them again but I never thought that it would be like this.

There's no way I could be mated to two people, much less two Alphas. didn't feel anything that day unlike what Ifelt when I first met Damon. I simply admired Jax when I saw him at the meeting hall, maybe he misinterpreted my facial expression? Damon became slightly red then he growled. "You're insane." Next thing that happened Jax was in front of Damon and punching his guts out. Damon of course couldn't fight back. He'd been injected with wolfsbane. Lots of it, from what I could see on the floor.

The man who took me from my mother's arms was not an enemy. He was my father-in-law—the paper tears in my fist. The small council room is still cold. There was no fire. But Alpha King Daemon, is waiting there alone, as Dorina asked him to. He is in his night robe, without his crown. To me, He looks smaller without it. The door slams open. It wasn't unlocked. It almost breaks when I push it. Ivan Cross does not walk in. I storms in, and my wolf comes with me. My eyes are now of solid gold. No white left. My sharp canines are down. My shirt is torn at the shoulders because my back has broadened.

The sanctuary, witness to the ebb and flow of their love, seemed to cocoon them in a moment of shared vulnerability. As they stood together, the newborn nestled between them, the invincible threads that bound their hearts whispered promises of resilience and enduring love. The fateful reunion, tinged with the scars of war, became a testament to the strength that emerged from the crucible of conflict. Adrian, his gaze never leaving Seraphina, vowed silently to navigate the aftermath of war with her by his side. The birthing sanctuary, once a witness to the mysteries of prophecies and forbidden love, now embraced a family forged in the crucible of adversity—a family whose journey would continu

Devon replied. “He wasn’t inside me,” Rachel clarified as she stepped toward me, her hands beseeching me. We had been friends once, but the day I found her in bed with my men was the day that friendship died forever. She would have to travel through all nine of Dante’s levels of hell to retrieve it. “He wasn’t inside of you,” I replied sarcastically, my voice dripping in disdain. “You think I believe you. You think I believe any of you?” “THINK, BEATRICE!” Devon yelled at me and I looked at him with surprise. He never yelled, and especially never at me.

She looked up at Marcus, deeply grateful for the man who had pulled her off that freezing bridge a year ago, healed her broken spirit, and loved her son as his own. "Let's draft the papers," Sienna said quietly. "If Alexander wants a war, we'll give him a union he can't touch." Thirty floors above, inside the glass cage of his private office, Alexander Cross stood in absolute darkness. The city lights blinked like distant stars across the skyline, casting long, sharp shadows over his broad shoulders. On his mahogany desk, his phone buzzed violently with notifications from his panicked board members, demanding an emergency meeting to address the supply-chain breach.

United by their bond, they must resist the allure of the illusion while embracing their romantic connections. Xienma's eyes met Xavier's, and in that moment, they knew that their love for one another was stronger than any illusion. Xavier's hand found Cassie's, their fingers intertwining as they stood together, their hearts beating as one. Cassie's eyes filled with determination, her voice steady and resolute. "We will not be tempted apart," she said, her voice echoing through the forest. "Our bond is stronger than any illusion, and our love for one another is the key to unlocking the power we need to confront Drax."

It was a moment of cosmic defiance, where love triumphed over adversity, and the celestial currents resonated with the harmonious victory of their intertwined destiny. As the climax unfolded, the celestial guide allowed the harmonious energies to illuminate the denouement of their cosmic narrative. The adversaries, vanquished by the power of love, dissipated into the astral currents, leaving behind a cosmic resonance that echoed with the harmonious triumph of Victoria and Alexander's united souls.

Victoria wrote first, quill moving slowly across the page: *When we’re older… more mature… I want to do the blood bonding with you. *You would become like me. Vampire. Forever.* *Then we would marry. In the rose garden under the blood moon.* *Official. Before the court. Before the world.* Raven read the words. Her heart gave a hard, fluttering thud. She took the quill, wrote beneath them: *I want that too.* *To be with you always.* *Not just this life… all of them.* Victoria’s ruby eyes shimmered. She continued: *But not yet.*