Invincible Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

"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.

After what seems like forever, I’m brought back to the present, suddenly and without warning, when he removes the fingers from inside me—his and mine. And I grab onto him, not wanting to let him or this feeling go. What if this is a dream and I’ll never feel this way again? What if I wake up and never find my way back? But his next words erase any misconception I had about how real this is. “From now on, if you have any sexual urges, I’ll be the only one who satisfies them.” DAMIEN. A mistake. That’s what it should be. Every second from the moment she walked inside and I lost my fucking cool to when she detonated in my hold as if she’d waited her entire life for me to come along.

In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless. As they reached the crescendo of their passion, Vivi felt the last vestiges of her nightmare dissipate, burned away by the intensity of their love. She was safe, not just because of the physical presence of her mates, but because of the deep, unbreakable bond they shared. A bond that transcended the mundane, speaking directly to the soul.

Ivan’s voice brought him back on earth. When he slammed the door of the car his eyes land on the white limousine parked at a few distance which belongs to none other than his friend. Damien. He couldn’t recall if he had invited him. Again, that fucker needs no invitation to show up any time shamelessly. Entering through the entrance door, his eyes landed on Damien, who was touching Micaela’s cheek. And the scene sends all his neurons towards destructive thoughts with pure rage. White hot jealousy engulfed his body as he took long strides covering the distance. Micaela didn’t see him coming as she was facing Damien. She yelps when he grabs her neck and turns her to face him. The next his lips

“It is, it really is. It hurts a lot when I see that person with someone else and I can’t do anything about it.” “There might be a way to find out if this person feels the same without ruining your friendship.” I said suddenly remembering when I had a crush on a boy, he was the son of one of the chiefs in the palace and I wanted to find out if he liked me back without losing my pride as the princess. I told Sebastian all about it and he convinced our dad to invite all the children of all the chiefs that were in the same age range as us to dine with us at the palace on the full moon.

“Has he crossed into the eighth rank? If so, he’s a freak who’s even more terrifying than Callan from a hundred years ago.” Lucjan murmured. At that moment, he had the desire to kill James. He could not allow him to leave Mount Olympus alive. Otherwise, there would be endless trouble. In the distance, Thea, who was wearing a mask, watched the situation unfold silently. She knew that James had crossed into the eighth rank and had cultivated the Invincible Body Siddhi. Hence, she did not act recklessly. Instead, she focused all of her efforts on healing her injuries. Based on her current condition, she could completely recover in another day.

It seems that all it takes to start a simple fight or something as big as a war is having someone who is either greedy for more power than they already have or don't have or someone full of jealousy or maybe even a mix of both to ruin what could have been. I close the tome and shift my gaze to the forest outside letting my mind wander. I then remember Seraphina’s mating to Dominic, a Werewolf mated to a Vampire and according to the text in front of me such a mating is against the law, though the law itself isn’t stated within the text. ---------- I startle awake with tears sliding down my cheeks. It’s dark outside and as I look through the rain that softly taps on the window and watch as lig

Natasha Flames wanted to compete against me, but Tonia would rather fight for it, Leighton wanted to compete against his old buddy who betrayed him, Ceaser, and Ryan had a longtime rivalry with Cyclops also from the Invincibles, Max-Dwayne and Evan Cole wanted the leader, Cyrus, and the crazy twins from the Invincibles wanted Emerald and Emily. And so there was just one way of resolving this, it had to be a battle between leader against leader. I made a challenge proposal to Cyrus, since I was the only one who had never really had a chance of competing against him. I could see fear in his eyes, but he quickly bought the idea as he spoke about my spinal cord injury. A member of his team broug

I winked and pulled my phone to my ear, "Yes." I listened to my phone and watched her. She looked very tense. "Breathe," I whisper. Something made her freeze. I frowned but pushed my body away from her and listened to the person on the phone and sighed. "I'm busy, father," I snapped, there were more shouts from him and I ran a hand through my hair, "Yes, I already heard he is getting married," I paused when my father interrupted me for a minute but my patience was already running thin, "I don't care about Samuel Vega because I'm going to kill him whether he gets married or not. Kimberly is mine." I hung up and threw my phone on the bed.