Overwatch Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

He needed only to search for the right words to poke the wound in her heart. “Oh, your father,” he started again, crossing his arms over his chest. “What happened to your father was unfortunate indeed. But it was needed. Not just him, but all of Crescents." "Call it…collateral.” Ophelia didn’t feel her feet as she launched at Dustin. Her veins were condensed with pure fury, her power throbbed through her with adrenaline and anger. The wolf inside her was growling in hunger. A hunger that wanted to rip that mouth off that man’s face.

****** Third person POV : In the building of the Dawn Army. As soon as Ismail entered the office, Katrina followed him in. She took his coat and hung it in the cloakroom. With a respectful face, she said, "Alpha, didn't you ask me to send someone to keep an eye on Luna's movements in the past few days? The scout just reported that he saw Luna and Mira entering Bosen Hospital early this morning." "Bosen Hospital?" Ismail paused when he turned on the computer. "Yes, they just arrived at the hospital."

《 Aurora's pov 》 I jolted when the door is suddenly opened. It knocks on the opposite wall. Poor door had been through a lot since I've come here. I placed the buttered biscuit back on the tray and looked at Alpha Xavier with widening eyes. His eyes were red and his canines were peeking out. My eyes fall to his hands. The nails. They were ready to tear through flesh. His wolf had taken over. Or was about to. The tray falls off my lap, the plates shattering as I crawled to the furthest corner of the bed. He came here to finally kill me. To get rid of me.

I stood there staring at the man on the dias, he was truly every woman's dream. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, and fellow pack members.” Alpha Harris said, his voice cold and indifferent. One could tell he was tired of hosting this damn mating ball over and over again. Maybe it's because he was reluctant about finding a Luna , that's why he hasn't found one yet. He continued. “I welcome you to this evening's mating ball! Tonight, we gather to celebrate the union of our pack's strongest and most worthy individuals….” Alpha Harris’ voice slowly faded away as I drowned in my memory, the past flooded my mind with clear pictures flashing before my eyes.

My wolf stirred within me, her presence more vivid than ever. "Amara," she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding. "Pay attention. They need us. This bond… it’s more than fate. It’s destiny." Suddenly, the scene shifted, and I saw them Caden, Jaxon, and Ryder—standing apart from each other in the same forest, their expressions tense. They weren’t looking at me; they weren’t even looking at each other. They were surrounded by shadows, a dark mist swirling around them like chains.

The kind of man who probably owns buildings taller than anything in this neighborhood. And somehow he walked into my shitty life and already decided it belonged to him. I hate that a part of me keeps replaying it. The way he touched my wrist, the way his thumb dragged over my pulse, the way he called me Bunny in that rough, possessive voice that made heat crawl through me so fast I almost felt ashamed of my own body. I pull my hood tighter and start walking toward the deli three blocks over because I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon and the ache in my stomach is becoming impossible to ignore.

“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.”

The storm was fading outside, the rain softening to a gentle drizzle. Jax reached over and took Owen's hand, lacing their fingers together. He squeezed gently. "So, Owen the librarian. What happens when the power comes back on and the doors unlock?" Owen looked at their joined hands. He felt different. Stronger. Braver. The quiet didn't feel so lonely anymore. "I guess you'll go back to your life, and I'll go back to mine."

I stepped closer to Noah, my heavy boots thudding against the rubber matting until zero space remained between us. The physical heat radiating off my body was scorching, melting the snow landing on my dark blue New York jersey. I reached down, my gloved hand coming up to cup the back of Noah’s neck, my fingers digging into his damp hair to pull his forehead flat against my chest pad. “You hit?” I rasped, my breath hot and heavy against his ear. “No,” Noah panted, his hands coming up to grip my waist, his sea-salt scent flaring up to meet mine. “You caught it, Cross. You caught it.”

He held the door open and I walked into the Blackwood house and felt the bonds inside it, all of them, warm and real and chosen, my mother and my father in separate rooms finding their way back toward each other, Victor on the phone building the alliances that would matter in the months ahead, Maren at the desk writing things down that needed to be written, Reid and the team already debriefing, the pack alive and present and gathered around something worth gathering around. And Jaxon behind me. Always behind me. The door closed. The next part began