Minecraft Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN LEXA POINT OF VIEW I walked next to Cross as we left the meeting hall, my mind still trying to understand what had just happened. Free. I was free from Damian. Tomorrow I would marry Cross, the Alpha's firstborn son. "Are you okay?" Cross asked, his voice low so only I could hear. "Yes," I said, though my heart still beat too fast. "It's just... a lot to take in." He nodded, understanding in his strange golden-red eyes. "Do you want some time alone? To think?"

Marcus stated flatly, “especially when one of the dormant bloodlines starts randomly writing about our kind to true for human consumption even if they believe it to be fiction, the crypto DragonCoin drop something is going on, I just hope that our physical dragon coins don’t start loosing their power to conceal our true nature from the everyday person.” Xaihuang's laugh was soft but sharp, like metal scraping stone. "Ah yes, the great Marcus Chen, ever the traditionalist despite his modern affectations." He turned to Casey, his bronze eyes glittering. "Has he told you what you are yet, my dear? Or is he still playing the mysterious protector?" Casey looked between them, her heart hammering.

The air felt heavy, charged with static and something darker—something human and machine combined. I stared at the cradle, my hands trembling, my lungs tight. Jax was in there. He had to be. But he wasn’t fully him. Not anymore. And the thought clawed at me in ways I couldn’t put into words. Chase was pacing, muttering under his breath. “Partial merge… partial merge… That’s… that’s not even a real thing. It’s… it’s a nightmare.”

I say to him , watching as his eyes flicker with an emotion I love ; fear. “Then what are you going to do to her?” he questions me. “ I was unfortunate to marry her so…I think it is only fair for me to help her and her husband…” I spit venom when I mention Xavier. “…leave the world…Don’t you think?” I say with a smirk. “Don’t you fuc –“ my blade kisses his neck , and instantly his blood starts to flow. Rosemary’s Pov That evening

“Are you guys official? Like—official-official?” “We live together,” I said before I could stop myself. Her jaw dropped. “You what?” “I wasn’t hiding it,” I added quickly. “It’s just a lot. But it’s good. Really good.” She whistled. “Lana Reyes. The main character. And the plot twist. Nathan Cross in love? Living together? This is full prestige drama energy.” I laughed. Actually laughed. For a moment, the pressure lifted—like sunshine through fog. But the second we stepped outside, it returned.

The next day, I tried to pretend everything was normal. I got her dressed, braided her hair and packed her lunch ready for school. I kissed her little forehead and whispered, “Be good for Auntie Lena,” before walking out the door like my heart wasn’t being ripped in two. But Cruz was already waiting outside the diner. This time, on a black motorcycle with his helmet in one hand, and sunglasses hiding his eyes. “I need coffee,” he said casually as I walked past. “Then go to hell,” I replied without stopping.

“Yeah. I am.” “So you're going to stay?” Kross asked. “After the five years you planned to stay are up?” I nodded slowly, staring straight ahead. “Yeah. I can't see my future where she's not in it. It would be blank without her.” “Ah, love,” Axel said dreamily, lying on the bed and crossing his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “It can melt even the hardest ice. Kross, you're the only one left.”

Waiting for Reaper to come and save me. I had been playing the damsel, hoping the big scary bikers would come and slay this dragon so I could be at peace. But the bikers were just different kinds of monsters, when it came down to it. My mind went away from the clubhouse, away from the smell of leather and the promise of violence, and back to my upcoming marriage and the white-walled prison. Caleb. The name didn't make me cry anymore. All that came was calculating anger. I closed my eyes, and the memories of the last few years weren't like attacks anymore… they were just… evidence. Like a courtroom.

The sane, logical part of my brain screamed at me to pack my bags, lock my door, and run as far away from this house as possible before I became collateral damage. But the fear wasn't paralyzing me. Instead, it was doing something twisted. It was fueling a dark, burning fire right in the pit of my stomach. The terrifying reality that Adrian Cross was a ruthless, cold-blooded monster was warring violently with my deep, undeniable addiction to him. And the addiction was winning. I didn't want to run from the truth. I didn't want to cower in my room and pretend I was just an innocent college student anymore. That girl was gone. I wanted to face the danger head-on.