Mass Effect Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

icon. ​"The 'Crossover' has failed to yield optimal engagement," she announced, her voice echoing from the sky itself. "Therefore, we are initiating the 'Sequel-Bait' Protocol. The 'Davis-Lead' assets will be separated. The infant will be moved to the 'Young Adult' Sector, and the Lead-Asset Nora will be relegated to the 'Antagonist' Role for the next ten volumes." ​"No!" Nora screamed, but the "Genre-Wall" wasn't a wall anymore—it was a Tractor-Beam of Light.

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

He is going to be so pissed when he sees I’ve nearly killed his basil. After pretending to do work in my office for hours, I get notification that Maddox is back. Before I have the chance to even make it to the door of our office, it is yanked open and my eyes grow wide. Maddox stands before me, his eyes twinkling as he wraps his hand around the nape of my neck and pulls my lips to his. My entire body shudders as the mate bond dances across our skin. Maddox pulls away from me, pressing his forehead against mine with a cheesy smile on his lips. His elation floods the bond and I can’t help but smile back like a fool.

The green shoot at the base suddenly erupted, its vines wrapping around Xander and me, weaving us into the very fabric of the biological ledger. The Final Exchange The White reached us. It didn't hurt. It was a sensation of being unraveled, thread by thread, and then rewoven into something impossible. I saw the billionaire romance, the Spire, the werewolves, and the mud all merge into a single, shimmering point of light. "Find me in the new draft," I whispered, my voice disappearing into the White. "I already have," Xander replied, his voice a ghost in my mind. The world went white, but the story did not end.

I was really hoping he would stay there for the rest of the day to make my life a bit easier. “How is your day going, angel?” Wesley kisses my cheek, making me blush. “It was...” I glanced at Croix whose eyes were trained on me. “...interesting, to say the least.” “I missed you.” He comments before kissing my lips. I kiss him back eagerly, almost attempting to kiss away my strange cuddling infidelity. Croix clears his throat, ruining the moment. I roll my eyes. “Croix, sorry man.” Wesley chuckles. “How are you?”

And though Hailey didn’t know what had shifted, she knew Damon Cross was at the center of it. “Tell me something, Ava,” she said, leaning forward. “If you had a choice… would you stay in Clarisse’s world, or walk away from it?” Ava blinked, startled by the question. Then, for the first time that evening, she let herself smile, a small, dangerous smile. “Maybe one day you’ll see,” Ava murmured. “I don’t always do what my mother wants. POV: Damon The copycat sat trembling under the sterile glare of CrossTech’s private security wing. Damon didn’t usually involve himself at this level, but this wasn’t a usual case.

seeds. "The 'Friction' doesn't have to be violent," Ethan said, his "Piercing Blue Eyes" locking onto the leader of the scavengers—a woman with "Raw Vulnerability" etched into her scarred face. "I need 'Crossover' access to the bridge. You need 'System-Stabilizers' for your camp. This is a 'Neutral-Trade'." The woman looked at the seeds—the "Source-Code" of a future that didn't require a "Gilded Cage." The tension in the air, the "High-Frequency" threat of a fight, slowly "De-materialized."

"Proof? Look at your father's body. The cybernetic enhancements I designed. The programming that enslaved him. The fact that he broke free at the exact moment I allowed him to. You think it was love that overrode his conditioning? Please. I released him. Let him save you. Gave him one moment of redemption before his systems failed. Because that false hope—that belief that love can overcome programming—that is more devastating than despair. You had your father for minutes. Just long enough to believe maybe the cycle could break. Then I took him away. That is the kind of cruelty you are dealing with." "You are a monster." "I am what this world made me. What Marcus Cross made me. And soon, you

It was a new version of the Intercrossed being—more powerful, silent, patient, waiting. I shivered, though Phantom’s arms were warm. He kissed my temple, whispering again. “You’re not leaving me. Not now. Not ever.” I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe the fire in my veins was salvation. But deep down, I knew—whatever had been given to me wasn’t just a cure. It was something new. Something dangerous. And it was already part of me.