Minecraft Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Darling.” Sett faced Xavier with a crooked smile. “The whole place seemed a mess, and I just didn’t want anyone coming to steal your precious research away.” Sett widened his crooked smile and slowly but confidently walked towards Xavier. “We wouldn’t want to lose our ticket out of here.” He finally got to Xavier as she lowered the gun that had been pointed at Anderson the entire time. Sett seeing that, looked at Xavier passionately and leaned in for a kiss.

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When Lucas heard the words engagement, his expression darkened even more. "What arranged marriage? I never agreed to that. Besides, my grandfather has always adored me. There's no way he'd make me marry some crazed girl who appeared out of nowhere." Queenie lifted her head from his arms and looked at me smugly. "Lucas and I grew up together. And a thief like you still dares to covet the position of Mrs. Hunt?" I nodded. Perfect. This scumbag and this scheming woman were made for each other. Let them stay locked together forever—just don't come out and ruin other people's lives.

And all I could see was just another method of betrayal. And the moment my mom died, I was sure as hell that I wasn't going to be that child who went to her funeral for closure. Killian and I are just two brothers who hate each other. I can never forget the way he looked at me the last time we saw each other. “I guess it's just you and me, Cassian,” he whispered. I stayed as far away as I could. And then, Nova comes into my life that night. And I could swear on anything that my life doesn't remain the same. There is a shift.

Outside, the wind howled, the window rattled. She hated how empty her space felt without his voice—even if it was just a growl in her ear. She hated that someone else—Fox—was starting to sound like him. Or worse… that they were blending together in her head. Part V – A Story Posted Too Soon That night, she logged in to her story-sharing site, the one where Domica whispered fantasies for her followers to devour. She hadn’t posted in weeks. Until now. She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.”

all thanks to the meddling of an insecure wizard, a neurotic young woman and a red-haired warrior's defiance. The Raptors and Strays watched as an ancient evil slowly retreated back into its hole, its scream trickling to a whimper. And then it was gone. The hole it had dug through its own dimension vanished, ripping like water and then lying still. Croc's rift was likewise close and healed over. It was all over but the crying. Despite being safe, Red still felt a tinge of sorrow when she looked at the ground where Chris was lying. Anya knelt on the ground and looked into the un-morphed and maddened expression of a man she had once known.

If he is not stopped soon, total havoc will reign over the Twin Cities and spread to every inch of this continent. “Tonight, is the Bridge’s Luna Ceremony and it would be perfect for us to try our escape,” I said to my mate. “If he catches us, he will torture me more, and I cannot take any more pain,” Chelsea said with a few tears slipping from her eyes. “We won’t get caught; we will run far away from here. Please we must do this,” I urged her. She nodded her head and we each packed up our backpacks.

“I knew we should have killed her when we had the chance.” “You didn’t want to deal with the paperwork or go on leave,” Devon muttered. Michael shrugged and nodded. It was true. We had a run-in with the Trivisonnos a couple of years ago and Michael had almost killed Sera in the crossfire. It was an accidental shot and if she had died, she would have been a casualty of circumstances. The circumstances were that she was with the mafia when the FBI was raiding their warehouse. Michael had felt guilty about the incident. Apparently, his guilt was short-lived.

“Ick!” Her mother giggled, “someday you’ll have babies you can traumatize with inappropriate content. You can simply leave one of your books out. Narnurs from Cockaigne would be a good place to start.” “Cruz has been going around telling people like Algernon how he has two cocks.” She giggled as her parents roared with laughter. Presley let out a sigh, “Mom, this whole thing has blown up but Algernon saw Odin and Ramona, that’s Cruz’s ex, in the bar this evening plotting on breaking us up. They were supposed to invite us for drinks to talk or something and then drug Cruz and make me catch him being inappropriate with Ramona. Odin said I’d go home to Daddy crying with my broken heart, we’d ha

He presses his lips to mine, “And it’s fucking time the whole world knows that.” We ride around town, the streets glimmering in the aftermath of the rain as I hold onto Croix for dear life. My fingernails claw into his sides, my arms wrapped around him and my body covered in his jacket exposing him to the cold. I’m still mad at what he did to my cello but I didn’t know why I played the cello. It wasn’t my dream but it was something that made me feel safe. My thoughts filled with the occurrence of tonight. I can’t believe that Croix and I go way back. It’s funny how the world can be so small. Maybe we were meant to be together. Maybe it’s fate that is bringing us together.