Invincible Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Alice exclaimed, her voice a mix of astonishment and confusion as she observed the unfolding scene. "We're mates," I whispered, the revelation dawning on me as our magics intertwined, creating a mate bond unlike any other. The realization came with a wave of energy, the unique magic of the mate bond invigorating both Lavina and me. Lavina's previously pale and sickly complexion began to regain its normal colour, and I couldn't resist caressing her cheeks, feeling an overwhelming sense of connection and relief.

she set her hand over her heart, “burns.” He let that hang in the air. “Shen Yijun. Used to be Tiancang’s fourth-ranked disciple.” He turned back to his work. “Stay around till you heal. Don’t need thanks. The fox’s called Nothing but call him whatever you want—he won’t answer.” “That’s not much of an invitation.” “No,” he said. “But are you staying?” She looked around—the stone, the shelves, the careful order only a lonely man could keep. The fox purred in her lap. Her hands glowed beneath white wraps.

Her mind filled with the same forbidden image that always pushed her over the edge: Lucian Cross. The 41-year-old billionaire. Her father’s most dangerous enemy. Tall, muscular, commanding — a man who looked at her like he wanted to devour her whole. She imagined his large, rough hand replacing hers, his thick fingers stretching her virgin hole while he growled dirty words in her ear.

His tongue claimed my mouth as one big hand palmed my ass, pulling me hard against the thick, rigid line of his cock straining behind his zipper. “Why now?” I asked, voice breathy. “Why us?” Xander looked at me. I sat back, thighs pressing together as fresh heat flooded my core. The realization should have been cold. Instead, knowing we were this close to tearing Victor’s empire apart only made me want Xander more, raw, urgent, consuming. "Because Victor is escalating," he said. "And she's been waiting for him to overreach far enough that the evidence becomes undeniable." A pause. "And possibly because the marriage changed the calculation."

The air between them thickened, alive with something ancient and untamed. Damien's eyes widened. Recognition slammed across his features, raw and feral. He lifted a hand, fingers hovering near her cheek. When they brushed her skin, the contact seared. A jolt raced down her spine, pooling low in her belly, awakening a hunger so fierce it stole her breath. "No," he rasped, yanking his hand back as though burned. "This cannot be." But the bond did not ask permission. It was the true mate bond, the kind whispered about in old songs and forbidden tales. A connection forged by the Moon Goddess herself, unbreakable, undeniable. Between the heir of Silverfang and the unmarked bastard of Blackthorn.

“Fight it. Come back to me. You’re stronger than this thing.” The fused Damian laughed—low, dangerous, but missing the warmth that had always been there. “He’s gone. I am him now. The perfect fusion. The one who will own you. The one who will rule through the child.” It crossed the room in two strides, grabbing Alex by the collar and yanking him forward. The kiss was brutal—teeth clashing, tongue invading, possession in every movement. Alex moaned despite himself, the mutation making the kiss feel like fire in his veins. The entity pushed him back onto the bed, spreading his legs wide.