Overwatch Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

My name is Rylee Shaw, Luna of Crystal River Pack. I was once an omega who had lost it all and was resigned to fate. However, a certain Alpha found me. He claimed me when I least expected it. He toyed with my heart and captured it. He made me explore a whole different side of me. He made me grow wings and fly.

Damien adjusted her hair with surprising tenderness. “Whatever happens in there,” Kael said, looking at both of them, “we face it together. No regrets.” “No regrets,” Damien echoed. Serena smiled through fresh tears. “No regrets.” They stepped out of the greenhouse hand in hand — a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch, bound by blood, grief, love, and growing desire. The final descent into the Nexus awaited. As they approached the glowing archway once more, the fusion creature had grown even stronger, now absorbing the bodies of fallen infected around it. It blocked the entrance completely and spoke with a chilling new clarity:

She slid down the angled side of the tower wall briefly and landed on a platform about fifteen feet below the overwatch. Rowan composed herself on the platform. She had an excellent vantage point over the battlefield. On the extended bridge directly below, Rowan spotted Alex and only a few Ravennites left fending off the Domineers who were coming right at them. Quickly arming an arrow in her bow, Rowan fired it down at one of the Domineers, hitting her target dead on. The Domineer collapsed and fell off the catwalk.

Cross hissed, ignoring her words as his eyes scanned her body, his mind playing out scenarios that shattered his restraint. Rosa reached for his face, cupping it. "Look at me, Cross. Nothing happened. I started a fire to escape him. You know I would never let him have me. Not when I belong to you." But Cross was spiraling. His emotions raged inside him like a hurricane, tearing through reason. All he could think about was Zod’s hands on her, Zod’s scent covering her body. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he pressed his forehead to hers.

But as the bond deepened, their instincts took over. Dylan was next, his golden eyes blazing as he replaced Damien. His touches were playful but intense, his movements sending waves of pleasure through her body. He kissed her deeply as he claimed her, his mark burning on her neck as he growled her name. Dean followed, his touch gentle but firm. He held her close as he moved with her, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured words of love and devotion. When he finally marked her, the bond solidified completely, wrapping around them like a chain forged in fire.

He could hear them gaining on him—heavy footsteps, snapping branches, the wet sound of paws hitting mud. I can smell your fear, Darius called. It’s delicious. Eyrix’s foot caught on a root. He went down hard, air exploding out of his lungs. He tried to push himself up, but his arms gave out. The scent of the forest shifted—something sharper. The trees around him changed. Eyrix’s dazed mind barely registered it. He had crossed into the Blackfang pack. Shit, Markus growled behind him. We crossed the line. Who cares huh? Aeron snapped. He's just an Omega.

** --- **The Static's Betrayal** They corner us in the server room. Ravel fights, her knives carving through biomechanical flesh, but the hybrids heal faster. My static lashes out, but Nexa *catches* it, weaving the lightning into a crown of thorns and code. **"You see?"** She floats above the carnage. **"We're the same."** The crown settles on my head. Visions erupt: -A world where Eden lives, his scars blooming into wings. -The Hunter, roots coiled like a lover's embrace.

Owen, in wolf form, bowed his head, as if acknowledging the unbreakable connection they now shared. Andreza smiled radiantly, emotion overflowing from her eyes: “It's you,” she whispered, feeling the magic of destiny intertwining their lives. “My mate.” Owen's black wolf responded with a deep, resonant howl, a melody that seemed to echo through the forest, announcing the magical union that was about to unfold.

"If you say one more word, I'll go to the infirmary and personally end that murderer's bloodline." He must have never seen this side of me before. Rory's eyes widened, finally realizing I wasn't bluffing. He scrambled back, clearing a path for my car, still muttering, "Impossible… this is impossible…" I floored the accelerator, the SUV's engine roaring to life. The tires spun over the gravel, kicking up a cloud of dust. Just as I was about to cross the border, Wyatt's voice exploded in my mind like thunder. The mind-link. Faye! Come back here! I command you as your Alpha!

later, when she wakes up, after he has pulled out of her, he washes and dresses her. Her skin is no longer warm, nor is her inner Omega as prominent. Her Heat is finally over. DEAN WASON He doesn't deserve her. It's the thousandth time he's thought it as he stands idly by and lets her fill a duffel bag with toiletries. Now that her Heat and his Rut are both in the rearview, it's time for them to leave DICKSON'S house behind and face the future. Whatever that may be. There's still the carnage of CRAYONS' death to deal with. Between tending to his Omega, between his short moments of lucidity, he maintained contact with DICKSON'S communications. Fortunately for them, rumor has it that one of C