Invincible Crossover Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hey Alpha, Luna, Apologies for unforeseen circumstances. Upon leaving for the ceremony, I discovered that Janice was my mate. Having waited centuries to find her, I must act—vampires don't receive a second mate. By the time you read this, we will be in hiding, as I've teleported us to safety. I've already erased her past memories, except for our encounter. Unable to bear her imprisonment any longer, I've taken her with me—she's my once-in-an-eternity mate. Despite this, I remain willing to support you as an ally. However, Janice will not be returned. Take Care, Victor

Beneath streets that once blazed with neon, only flickers of flame remained now coming from the crimson hotspots where those infected by Genesis had become half‑human, half‑blood beings, lurking in the dark. The Crimson Pact, an alliance of rebel vampires and outcast humans, had become the only force daring enough to enter. At its head: Evelyn Cross and Lucien Draven. --- Headlights sliced through the dust, catching on Evelyn’s blood‑streaked face. She wore a scorched, torn black leather jacket; at her hip hung twin plasma pistols and a silvered holy knife now stained dark with her own blood. “Third hotspot. Forty‑two infected, twelve lost control,” Kael’s voice crackled over the radio. “Eve

“That sounds bad. But he told me he was warning Dad. I need to ask him directly. Like we do on the couch. He always explains when I question him.” Vivienne crossed her arms. “You’re already too attached. He’s a Cross. They destroy families.” “No,” I said. “Not him. Not with me. We’ve talked about his guilt, about how our online nights changed him. He waits for me to set the pace. That patience… I’m falling for it slowly. I can’t ignore that.” Mom touched my arm. “Then call him. But be careful. Victor dying changes everything. Adrian will come for the company.”

As he leaves, I return to my desk and pour myself a drink. The One was once Damien’s friend. Now he wants to watch him suffer. Victor may be Leah’s useless father, but that means nothing here. Cross is coming. And we are more than ready.

“What is the name your pathetic parents gave you?” I wince. My parents are not pathetic. “I… Ivory, Alpha.” Another slap echoes through the cell. I clutch my cheek as fresh tears fall. “Your full name, mutt!” he roars. “Ivory Creek, Alpha,” I blurt out, terrified of where he might strike next. It hurts more because it’s him. Because he’s my mate. “I, Alpha Ajax Blackthorn, reject you, Ivory Creek, as my mate and the future Luna of my pack.”

"I'm sorry I scared you by leaving." "We're even?" "We're even." He kissed her forehead. Gentle. Safe. "I love you. I should have said it sooner. Should have been honest about how I feel." "I love you too. Even when you're overprotective." "Especially when I'm overprotective." She smiled. Winced. Her face still hurt. But she was alive. Safe. Victorious. The Covenant was destroyed. Cross was caught. Flynn was in prison. And she was here. With people who loved her. Protected her. Fought for her.

The dam had finally burst, all of it, nothing holding us back except for the laws of the universe, and even those were beginning to shudder. When it was over, I released his neck and pulled back, breathless, blood on my lips. Dominic hissed through his teeth, but he was smiling as he raised two fingers to the mark and they came away red. Vivian’s mark was already fading beneath mine, the angry red of it swallowed under something new and impossibly bright. He was mine now, and I was his, and this time, we’d rewritten fate ourselves instead of watching it happen for us. It was terrifying. It was probably the most terrifying decision I’d made since waking up in this timeline.

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CHAPTER 1 Lyra's POV I never imagined I would be wearing white at my own funeral, but that was exactly what this felt like - a wedding disguised as a goddamn funeral. I was about to marry into the Iron Revenants, the very same bastards who put my mother six feet under. They were my enemies, the family of the man who pulled the trigger and left my mother bleeding in the dirt like roadkill. Grave Maddox.

I glare up at Levi Crosswalk, hatred tightening every muscle in my face. "I reject you, Levi Crosswalk, and I will never be your mate—in this life or the next!" I spit, venom dripping from every word. His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. "And I reject you, Anastasia Purrey. I hereby break the mate bond between us. You’re free to prostitute yourself wherever you choose." His words are cold, cruel, deliberate. The insult lands like a slap. I raise my hand—rage burning in my veins—but he catches it midair and yanks me close. Too close. I can feel his breath against my cheek.