Marvel Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

But with triumph. And beneath that, a flicker of something else—possession. Marceline forced another smile, her spine straight despite the weight dragging at her chest. She was now Mrs. Cross Dejeva. And this was not the beginning of a happily ever after. This was the prologue of a beautifully disguised war.

Amber threw back her head, moaning loudly. " I want you now." Amber moaned. She tugged on Marcus's pants. His cock sprang free. Amber's fingers closed around it. " Please, just take me." Marcus did not need to be told twice. His cock entered Amber's tight pussy. Amber screamed with delight as Marcus thrust his cock in and out of her. Marcus complied, thrusting faster and deeper inside Amber's wet, dripping pussy. " YESSSSSS!!!!!" Amber screamed. The two of them were lost in pleasure when Marcus received instructions from Killian through the mindlink.

Xienma, Cassie, and Xavier stepped into the labyrinth, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Xienma's eyes widened as she caught sight of her reflection in the first mirror. She saw herself and Xavier, their hands entwined, walking through a lush, verdant forest. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over their faces. They laughed and played, their love for each other evident in every touch and glance. It was a vision of a perfect life, one where they were free from the shadows of their pasts and the looming threat of Drax. "Xienma," Xavier whispered, his voice filled with longing. "This is what we could have."

"Perfect timing. Once I'm done with Serena, you're next." He raised the silver blade and charged. After that, everything blurred. Somewhere far away, I heard the clash of steel and desperate snarls. I didn't know how long I slept. I dreamed a strange dream. In the dream, I was a Luna — an Alpha's mate. My Alpha lavished me with gold and jewels, spending the pack's wealth recklessly just to see me smile. I watched the treasures pile up in my chambers and felt a creeping unease. This was the beginning of ruin. I couldn't stand by while my Alpha destroyed everything.

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. **

CHAPTER 1 Lyra's POV I never imagined I would be wearing white at my own funeral, but that was exactly what this felt like - a wedding disguised as a goddamn funeral. I was about to marry into the Iron Revenants, the very same bastards who put my mother six feet under. They were my enemies, the family of the man who pulled the trigger and left my mother bleeding in the dirt like roadkill. Grave Maddox.

“How are you related to this pack? I have never seen you around.” This time in her past life, she knew no one named Wayne Wright but now, there is someone who hadn’t been there that is now present and e has the key to her happiness in his hands. And what’s more pressing is why… Why is he around now? Does he know something? He had also gotten stabbed in the future. Did he get a second chance at life too or is he just a part of her past that has been shifted up?

Marvel argued in anger. “Mm-Marvel? Don’t you think it’s about time you move on from the crush you have on him besides it been years and I don’t see you two happening anytime soon. You’ve had a proclivity towards him for so long since our school days in the university, that was the reason why you made us bullied Aria Freeman all that time in the past.” Abigail verbalized with a cautious tone in fear of getting Marvel angry. Am angry Marvel is a scary Marvel.

Amara paced her room, the events from the previous night replaying over and over in her mind. She couldn’t believe the audacity of Leonardo to act like he owned her, especially after she had caught him making secret deals behind Dante’s back. Yet, despite her fury, she couldn’t shake the memory of his lips on hers—the way his touch had ignited something deep inside her, something she couldn’t afford to feel. Her phone vibrated on the desk, breaking her thoughts. She snatched it up, half expecting another cryptic message, but it was a text from Matteo.

“So you’d dream of me.” He winks and starts walking away with the rest of my pillows. When he reaches the door, he stops, his hand resting on the doorknob. “If you do kiss another man, pray I never find out about it.” “Are you going to stalk me, Crosswalk?” He shrugs. “In that case, I’ll kiss every man in my pack just to prove to you that you don’t own me.” “I don’t own you. Neither do those men. But… you’re carrying my child.”