League Of Legends Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

I’m the Convergence—bridge or ruin—and this fortress, Voren’s heart, is where I face my mother’s killer, my choice a fire that will consume the Veil. Voren’s blade arcs, a ripple of shadow that drinks the light, and his voice is a cosmic storm. “Your mother’s blood began this, Lena. Her dream—coexistence—was a spark I forged into a star. Join me, merge the realms, or die.” His lunar mark pulses, a mockery of Elara’s, and my claws tighten on the blade, its runes flaring, screaming for his heart.

The third twist came: Liora’s form wavered, becoming Jessica herself, her hollowness the bait, her glow the key, and the chains were her own doubts, binding her to a false peace. The glade roared, and Liora’s form surged, the void consuming the starfield. Jessica lunged for the loom, her glow blazing, a desperate fire against betrayal. “Our love is the dawn!” she cried, pouring her will into the golden threads, weaving their truth—Kade’s loyalty, Selene’s wisdom, Lucas’s courage, Bryan’s hope, her own scarred soul—into the collapsing nexus, turning illusion to light. The chains shattered, her companions rallying, their hands joining hers, their love a supernova that burned through the void.

Together, they would lead a new generation, bridging the gap between werewolves and vampires. Lily, on the other hand, had discovered her mate in an unexpected place—an enchanting fae named Elara. Their union was a blend of magic and strength, and the two were inseparable. Lily's vibrant spirit and Elara's ethereal grace created a bond that promised to weave together the fabric of their realms in ways no one had foreseen. As they watched the two pairs of young lovers, Chloe and Dean exchanged knowing glances. Their children were not just heirs to their thrones; they were catalysts for a new era, one built on understanding and unity.

Their relationship wasn’t nonexistent, but they certainly weren’t close either. “I truly hope that Leila can make a full recovery,” Eros finally said, injecting more care into his tone, “But don’t be too discouraged. It’s rare for a pure dragon to mark a crossbreed, especially when you still have your dragon spirit, and she doesn’t.” “The thing is, I’m not sure what Leila is,” Thorn said, “She doesn’t look like a crossbreed to me.” “She is a spectacular girl,” Eros echoed, “I saw a sort of…lovely warmth behind her startling eyes. You want to give it another try?”

She couldn't look away from the tanks. "He was going to cut them open," Leela whispered, the sheer, psychopathic reality of it finally settling into her bones. Her hands came up to grip Fennigan's thick forearms where they were wrapped around her waist. The Luna and the former Luna stared at each other, entirely united by the devastating trauma of the Blackwood curse.

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.

Now I could stay in here and think about what I'd say in my defense when I get questioned for being the Lycan's date. I curled against my bed, wishing I had at least Nancy to talk to about my feelings. Thinking of Lycan have me a strange knot in my stomach. I groaned, shaking the thoughts out of my head. It was wrong for me to think of Lycan in this manner, he was forbidden. I shook my head and decided to take a proper nap, I needed it after all that's happened the last two days. **

Immediately, her heart soared and she knew that one day, we would be bonded and she wouldn’t be alone any more. Flashes of my life flicker before my eyes, flashes of Aolis, walking alone in the forest, then flashes of me walking alone in the same forest. Me at the axolotl pool, me talking to GoldMoon, me trying to heal Dominic, me freeing the trolls from the earth, me stepping in front of Lorelai's lightning to save Aolis. With each memory, Lucero’s love for me has grown. Her love for me is as strong as the love I feel from Hera and from Aolis. I am hers and she is mine. We are one.

I opened my mouth to speak, my body craving his. “Yo, is that Sera?” I turned towards the party of boys coming our way. “Hi,” I said, waving my hands, awkwardly. “That's Golden Sera,” one of the boys punched his friends in the shoulder. “I told you that was her.” I internally cringed at the nickname from. The League of Legends, “ Yeah, it is me. How are you?” “Wait, I need people to remember this shit. I met The Golden Sera. Can you. Sign something for me?”

"Father, you can't. I haven't even met this man. You can't sell me off to a pack I've never set foot in just because it's convenient for …" "It is not convenient," he said, and his voice dropped in that way that used to make me stop talking when I was small. "It is necessary. The Vulturebane pack has been pushing our borders for two years. We need Moonpack's numbers. We need that alliance, and Lucas Thatcher's father will not sign without a blood bond between our families." "Then let Jonathan .." "Levrae." Jonathan's voice came from the window, quiet. "I tried, last night. He won't hear it."