Invincible Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"My brother is part vampire. The pack believes he fulfills some ancient prophecy. Father kneels to him like a common wolf. What words could possibly capture this madness?" "Fight!" She grabbed my shoulders, her fingers digging painfully into my flesh. "Fight for what's yours! For what we've worked toward all these years!" I looked up at her, feeling hollow inside. "How? You saw what he is. What he can do. Did you see his eyes? His teeth?" "So you surrender?" The disgust in her voice stung, but I couldn't muster the energy to be angry. "Just like that?" "I'm being realistic," I replied. "Cross is stronger than any of us imagined. The pack supports him. Father supports him. What chance do we h

The Convergence became a beacon of hope and inspiration for other realms, and emissaries from far-reaching corners of the multiverse arrived to learn from their example. Alessia and Adrian's relationship blossomed, their love serving as a testament to the transformative power of unity. They became a guiding force within the Convergence, advocating for the rights and well-being of all beings. Alessia's calm and optimistic nature complemented Adrian's more assertive demeanor, forming a balance that strengthened their bond and the harmony of the Convergence.

And he doesn't care who he crosses along the way. "That's it!" I shouted. "That's what?" Kaden asked, surprised at my outburst. "I can wake Ansel up." I said, slitting my wrist. "Stop right now, Valerie." He said with concern in his voice. "No, it's alright." I said to him, "I have immortality, my blood should also give Ansel immortality." I cut his wrist as well and joined our blood together. I also forcefully put some of my blood in his mouth.

The crowd cheered in agreement. I arched my brows and nodded in agreement. The woman was unashamedly unabashed and I already admired her coincidence. It would be a huge plus if she and Uncle Ivan were acquaintances. Now, imagine that she was part of the team, team Xavier. That would be epic! Having the two invincible people, a strong man and woman, a beta and a Luna on the team, there was certainly no way I would lose to team Leo.

His blood splattered everywhere, dealing a devastating shock to everyone present. Up on the elevated platform, Xavion and Lucia both rose to their feet in utter shock, a wave of pure panic washing over them. Someone muttered, "It's over! Javier actually broke through the shackles of the divine realm and attained the strength of the semi-otherworldly realm! Who among our Central Region's geniuses can possibly match him if that's the case? "Is Lucia, the most beautiful woman in Central Region, really going to end up with that hideous, venomous freak?"

“No more trying to test boundaries or force control. We choose this every day.” Alexander’s gaze softened, lips brushing her temple. “Then we fight for it. Together. Against the world if we have to.” Vanessa smiled, heart swelling. “Together,” she echoed. And in that moment, the rain outside the penthouse seemed to wash away the night’s tension, leaving only clarity, resolve, and the undeniable truth, they were unstoppable together. Helena could escalate, schemes could multiply, but the bond between Vanessa and Alexander was no longer dictated by contracts, fear, or circumstance. It was something far more potent. Unbreakable.

“Before you say anything more, know that I’m going to accept Cutter’s offer. I’m going to be the next president of the Burning Saints, and I’m going to run the club my way. I want you by my side, but I understand if you—” I stopped his lips from moving with my own. I kissed him with more passion than I’d ever felt in my life. I loved Jase “Minus” Vincent freely, and with abandon. I wanted all of him, to be part of every facet of his life. If he was going to lead a motorcycle club into a new era, I wanted to do it with him, as partners. “I’m in. Now, less talking and more kissing, you idiot.” * * * Minus

"Let's go." Damon Cross was thirty, six-one, with amber eyes and brown skin that caught light and made even Serena a bit jealous. He was Beta of the Ashford Pack, which operated mostly out of the Cascade foothills. He was easy and warm and slightly deferential in a way that made people comfortable around him, which Serena had always suspected was more constructed than it appeared.

What clawed at him wasn’t power—it was the silence that came later, when the penthouse emptied and only the echo of all this remained. Three years ago, Marcus Hale had filled that silence. His best friend, his lover, the only person Adrien had let inside. Until Marcus had sold him out—leaking secrets that almost gutted Cross Enterprises. Adrien had rebuilt, bigger and sharper, from scratch again but he had buried trust with Marcus. Love was a trap. Affection was a weakness. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. He sipped his scotch, it burned him on his throat . His gaze caught movement at the entrance. Evelyn. His stepmother.

The sane, logical part of my brain screamed at me to pack my bags, lock my door, and run as far away from this house as possible before I became collateral damage. But the fear wasn't paralyzing me. Instead, it was doing something twisted. It was fueling a dark, burning fire right in the pit of my stomach. The terrifying reality that Adrian Cross was a ruthless, cold-blooded monster was warring violently with my deep, undeniable addiction to him. And the addiction was winning. I didn't want to run from the truth. I didn't want to cower in my room and pretend I was just an innocent college student anymore. That girl was gone. I wanted to face the danger head-on.