Minecraft Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

But she wrote something that broke the little trust I had left in Carys. It was about two mates who were forced to reject one another because one of them was a lycan and the other a werewolf. Usually rejection is the end of mates, but their story didn’t tragically end there. It had a happy ending because they were able to rebound. Yes. They restored their mate bond using some ancient magic and live far away from the cruelty of the world. Mother says she will make this miracle come true for me. Today, I want to believe in such a miracle. To restore my mate bond with Kian and Zarek. To be their mate again. At least I won’t feel this haunting void inside me. At least I would know we are still c

I managed to say in between my harsh panting before I completely lost myself. --To be continued… Please support my other works: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18+ Forbidden heat 18+

He believed his heart died on that snowy battlefield. "No," Kieran said softly, breaking the long silence in the room. He turned around slowly to face his two best friends, his golden eyes filled with a raw, ancient pain. "It doesn't feel like Clara at all." Marcus tilted his head. "What do you mean?" "With Clara, it was a beautiful, steady love," Kieran explained, his voice cracking slightly with the memory. "We grew up together. We chose each other because we respected and cared for one another. It was a conscious choice to build a life. But this... this girl in my dreams..." He paused, his heart thumping hard against his ribs. "This is different, Marcus. This is the fated bond. It isn't a

And then my stomach dropped. Beside me, under the same tangle of sheets, lay a man. But not just any man, Marco, my ex-boyfriend’s older brother, The Lycan Don. I could barely breathe as I took in his bare, chiseled chest, his muscular arm draped lazily over the bed as if nothing were out of the ordinary except that I was in this room with Marco. “Damn you, Fenrir's fang, not again”. I muttered under my breath. The realization hit me hard. I was naked, in bed with Marco.

Hi, everyone. I just want to thank you all for the love and support you've shown to this book since I started. I meant for it to be a single book about Adrian and Lyra but thought along the way, why not write a story for her friends, Greg and Bella, too? Therefore, I'll be continuing this book with Greg's story, which will be M/M, and Bella's story, after which will be W/W. Hope you enjoy them. PS: What do you all think of Adrian and Lyra's story? did you see the betrayal coming? did it catch you off-guard? what areas can I improve the book, or is it okay the way it is? I want to know your thoughts.

I already know just what is happening among Mafia Ward, and when Nico was out playing Loverboy with some insignificant little fry, I was busy going through his files in his room, and I finally have a clear idea of what is going on. The Lord of the Rings are back, and for some reason, Nico seems to have subdued them in the meantime, but the fact that they are here with us in Los Angeles means that there's something that they're planning. Nico needs me, but he just won't admit it. He needs the tie that's between our two families, two powerful mafias standing side by side. That was the reason that we are going to get married in the first place, and now he's breaking the very contract that stand

Max: "Easy....because you were chattering about our village and how it was in your childhood compared to the game and your dressing sense apparently hasn't seemed to change....." Lucifer: ..... .. ..... ... .. . .. Yes...Lucifer and Max were childhood friends who were once the best of buddies with childhood adventures together (Especially, when they drew a fake moustache on their neighboring aunt who used to scold them every time they climbed her mango trees) and like many friendship stories, They too had to leave each other when Max had to shift from their humble farming town to the city for his dad’s business which was a huge contrast from young Max's experience of yellow sunflower maze wi

"Miss, you're back so late. Mr. Falcone called an hour ago. He said to call him back." "I heard you." I slipped off my heels. My feet were blistered and bleeding. Marco looked at me, worried. "Miss, are you alright?" "I'm fine. You can go to bed." I went straight upstairs and shut my door. On the nightstand was a photo from our trip to Hawaii. Caius’s arm was around my waist, his smile picture-perfect. Except he wasn't looking at the camera. He was looking at Fiorella, who’d insisted on coming with us to be our "photographer."

he muttered, eyeing the folder that sat on the seat next to me. I picked it up gently, eyeing the tabs. "It’s information about Mario," he muttered carefully. "I looked into him just in case, and it turns out his parents owe Conan a lot of money, so he took the boy as collateral. That’s probably why he had to work for him," he explained as I flipped through the information on the documents. "He’s just twenty-one," I breathed with a small, dark laugh. Conan was much more of an asshole than I expected. I muttered a curse, dropping the file back onto the seat. "His parents left the country on Conan’s orders, right?" I asked, and Rowan nodded.

“Yes. He is Xaulfur, the demon-obsessed. I’m Daymion, the Alpha.” “Then you both might have a few likenesses that make people think you are him.” I say it as if I am certain even when I somehow doubt myself. I have an absurd feeling that this younger brother is a psycho, lowlife scholar who spends most of his lifetime in libraries and local museums, or even shrines. “We have separate fathers, and…” the old man chuckles as his head drops, the very first time to see and hear him laugh. “I am much older. We are not alike in any way even. He might be the opposite of me.”