Invincible Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

When I still said nothing, he suddenly pinched my chin so hard that even my cheeks went numb. "What? Is it because you know you can't have me, so you got into another werewolf's bed instead? Cecilia, since you love me this much, I'll allow you to be my mistress. But only Isabella can be my mate and future Luna. If you're fine with that, then I'll–" I slapped his hand away. "Are you insane? I don't like you, and I definitely don't want to be your mistress. And stop talking to me like that."

“Supreme Alpha, Beta Pierce from the Moon Shadow pack seeks your audience.” Ivan said to Kieran through the mind link, interrupting the silence he had been sitting in for the past one hour. Kieran's eyes were so tired from staring at Rubyrose for so long, waiting patiently for her to open her eyes. He wasn't ready to leave her side. His hands were still holding hers, his thumb tracing absent circles on her skin—a rhythm he'd fallen into without thinking. “What for?” Kieran asked, his tone, uninterested.

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

"In this world right here, you can only have one mate, not two, Sherneil. For this world to continue in peace, you have to reject him." She called it this world. Like there was another besides this. Like this was a world we both craved and there was another somewhere more real than this one. I looked down at my body, and it looked weird. Too perfect. I had no scars. Nothing. I reached through my mind, and there was Robyn. This can't be right. In the other world, I have scars but I don't have Robyn. In the other world, Maverick was my mate, and he may have rejected me, but I haven't accepted the rejection. In the other world, I had one true mate, and it wasn't the fae.

Where, of course, she somehow captured the attention of not one, but three Alphas. One of them was the heir to the throne of Algard—Romanov Maximillian Percivel Windsor. What a mouthful. He was cold and always rational, but Clara managed to melt his icy heart. And I, Lady Lucindabella Valeska Pendragon (another mouthful), was Rome’s mate, a.k.a. Clara’s living nightmare. I looked back down at the trembling, angelic mess that was Clara. If I remembered this chapter correctly, I wrote that Lucinda shoved Clara down the grand staircase after seeing Rome taking her out to dinner.