Marvel Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"We should go back in. Courtney just mind-linked me and told me Marvel's awake and asking for you." Marvel. That's the magic word I needed to break the spell Valentine had over me. "I need to go back," I whisper. "I know." He sighs, then kisses me one last time, quickly but deeply before breaking away to get dressed. I should probably stop kissing him. All it would take is a negative match on the paternity test for me and Marvel to be on our way. "What's a mind link?" I ask Valentine, my mind wandering back to what he just said about Courtney.

Swoosh! I released the final threads of space-time magic. When Drex opened his eyes again, the world would be different. I would be back in my own dimension, and he would wake up in his apartment, trapped in a loop that had reset to the morning—a morning where the memory of an assistant manager named Elea Jemimia would slowly fade from the minds of everyone around him. Only in the quietest depths of his heart might he continue to wonder about the elf who had briefly graced his life. Farewell, Drex.

“I do not want you. You caused this. If Zara hadn’t caught me with you, then she would still be with me. She would’ve been my Luna. But now I am losing everything. Now, she’s with Xavier, and he has taken her to the Pack Council. He would become the Alpha of the pack and she his Luna just because she left me for him.” A loud growl escaped his chest as he slammed the bottle against the wall. It made a clattering sound as it shattered all over the place. It was a mess. “If Zara had agreed to marry me that weekend,” he continued, hiccupping, “then maybe the council would have agreed to let me take the Alpha position. Maybe Grandpa would have allowed me. They had promised to make me ascend the t

Hazel’s POV. The room was filled with the rhythmic, wet sound of skin hitting skin. His large, calloused fingers gripped my breasts, squeezing possessively. Each time Marco thrust into me, it felt devastatingly deep. I tilted my head back, swallowing a moan into my dry throat as our sweat mingled in a pleasure heat. I was still on his lap when the TV screen suddenly lit up. The voice from the speakers drowned out the sound of our breathing "...Big news! Frost Titans captain, Marco Marten, has reportedly proposed to the daughter of Hundreds Rising Entertainment's owner, Cassandra Sinclaire. The wedding of the century is about to take place—"

I watch as a visible chill creeps straight up Chika’s spine, his shoulders going completely rigid under his tunic. His intellect has just figured out that the massive, silent men who kidnapped our units aren't simple, low-tier loan sharks at all; their imposing physical statures and coordinated military movements look uncannily like the elite, high-tier vanguards belonging to a supreme mafia family. It is completely clear to his brain that a dangerous mastermind is tracking his bloodline. Yet why was my own flesh caught up in this messy extraction trap too? Was my broken body merely utilized as collateral damage to manipulate his final submission?

But he brought me deeper into the building. I wanted to ask where he was taking me. But my thoughts were all jumbled up. I wasn’t sure what to address first. My newfound courage to face head on all those who think I’m not fit to marry the Crimson Crest Alpha; my newfound hatred towards Zara; my newfound jealousy…or my newfound interest in the man clasping my hand tightly. We entered a room and the doctor was already waiting for us. ***** “For the tenth time,” Doctor Martin sighed, “she’s fine.”

She gasped, writhing and moaning. “I don’t like liars.” “I’m n-not…” She grinded against my hand, fucking my finger boldly, her hand covering mine, nails scratching my skin. Giancarlo had all but bragged to me that though she and his son were currently having ‘mild issues’, they were going to wed and merge the Marlow and Conti families, giving him the power he was hungry for. “You’ve learned quite a lot from Boston. From Orlov.” I sneered, my fingers hot from her juices.

His blonde hair caught the sunlight, his movements so sure and commanding it made sense why half the world apparently adored him. Xavian Blackridge. I gripped the edge of the desk. Nothing. No rush of heat. No tightening in my chest. No invisible pull. Just… stillness. My stomach dipped. So I really am numb now. Should I be happy about that? Or is this just the Moon’s way of saying I’ve been downgraded to “emotionally obsolete”? I turned to leave the window and walked straight into trouble. Literally. Hot coffee splashed down my shirt and across the body of the girl in front of me.

Instantly, all eyes in the room turned toward the newcomer. I looked at the man who had just entered, then smiled at the fuming Derek. "Derek, you're not the only Hale son. I could never cancel the alliance between our families, but I can choose my mate. Derek Hale, I, Vivian Gray, reject you as my mate." Derek's pupils constricted as he felt our mate bond sever. "Vivian, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Maya was sure that her feelings would return in time, and the girl she loved would never betray her like Alicia had. Alicia... She clenched her teeth and pushed away the thought of her former lover. She was already dead, as she should be. Maya ran quickly, making better time today as the urge to see her love rushed through her blood. She was back in Elena's body when she finally approached the gate of Xavier's territory. She stopped, panting slightly as her energy was in a weakened state when she saw the gates open and several warriors in black and blue uniforms mixed with others dressed in brown and tan standing in formation with Xavier and another Alpha male in front of the gathering.