Overwatch Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

Ronan knew it perfectly, knew it by heart, knew that there is nothing he can do… Cross is an Alpha. A strong and well-known Alpha. An Alpha that is not exempted on meeting his Fated one, his destined Omega. After seeing Cross react with another Omega’s heat with his own eyes, he was reminded harshly on how this very man could find his Fated partner, on how he does not own any inch of this Alpha. He was slapped by the reality that will never own Cross as long there is the chance of him meeting his own rightful Omega. Where does he go when that happens? Where does he start again? What would happen to him?

It was simply impossible. “Hello, my name is Cross Owens and I am assigned to your class. It’s not my class yet but I just came to say and get to know you guys.” His voice. I felt lost. I could only stare. His name. I finally knew his name. I finally knew both of their names but now, they are both off-limits. Cross, my first lover from that night a week ago, and Lucas, my other lover. I wanted so much to meet them again but I never thought that it would be like this.

Now I was the last Healer Alpha, running a healing center, bound by a debt to ancient beings, and hunting a Covenant heir who wanted to destroy everything we had built. "You are thinking too loud," Owen mumbled beside me, his voice thick with sleep. "I can feel your anxiety through the mate bond. Come here." He pulled me close and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, letting his steady heartbeat ground me. "I am sorry I woke you," I said quietly.

"You're a target. You can't outrun a pack of rogues." "Watch me," I said, my voice trembling with a new, feral assurance. "I am an Omega. I am a Mooncrest. And I am done running." I yanked my hand free from Ash's grip and turned, racing back toward the rogues. I heard them shouting, their enraged growls. I focused on the omega scent, releasing a deep, enticing wave of it into the air. It was a lure, a trap. They would follow me, thinking they were hunting down their prey. But I'd lead them into a maze of my own making, a labyrinth of shadow and illusion.

We lay together on the blanket for a long time afterward, our chests rising and falling together while I kept my coat pulled over both of our bare bodies, holding her close against my ribs while her hand rested flat over my heart. "That was the most wonderful night of my whole life, Riley, and I feel so complete sitting here in your arms," she whispered softly, tracing small circles on my chest with her finger while the night wind moved through the trees around us. "We are completely joined now, Fantine, and tomorrow morning we step down this mountain to take our place as Alpha and Luna of the entire unified territory," I said, kissing the top of her head while her eyes drifted shut, letting

The last thing I saw was Cross falling. You said it. No taksies. He growled like the devil, and everything went black. A/n: more chapters incoming. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

During the chaos of the festival when everyone was distracted. I would use the tunnel Tova showed me. Would slip out when the guards were focused on the celebration. And I would never look back. Even if it killed me. Even if leaving them felt like ripping my own heart out. ________ All night I tossed in the sheets. In the space of hours I had kissed Jax, been devoured by Kain, and almost let Riven’s mouth find mine in the library. Three Alphas. One bond. One terrified, lying Omega who still pretended she felt nothing.

About my father folding like paper in the hands of people who'd decided his life's work was available for taking. About rebuilding everything alone for years believing the destruction had come entirely from outside. Xander appeared in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the frame. Jacket gone, sleeves rolled, watching me with those gray eyes that had stopped feeling like a threat somewhere along the way without my permission. That was the thing I couldn't stop circling. When exactly it had happened. The precise moment Xander Voss had shifted from enemy to something I didn't have clean language for. It hadn't been dramatic, hadn't announced itself. It had simply accumulated.

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

"Only yours, Victor. Today, tomorrow, when we bait the trap, and when we finally close it. I am never leaving your side." He kissed me again, pouring all of his protective fury, his terrifying vulnerability, and his overwhelming, earth-shattering love into the connection. We were standing on the absolute precipice of a war, preparing to invite a monster into our digital home. But as his hands mapped my skin, his touch branding me with a profound, unyielding devotion, the fear completely dissolved. We were no longer a Master protecting his club, or a journalist observing from the shadows. We were a deeply forged, unbreakable weapon, and Adrian Cross had absolutely no idea what was coming for