Overwatch Fanfic Crossover Novels & Stories

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.

"When I woke up, I was already in J country with my mother and grandfather. After I found out about my new illness, my grandfather started training me. Actually, even as a child, I did not look like a typical Omega. Before developing my scent, I thought I was a Beta... Then in high school it got complicated. First, I was an Omega, and second, I always stay away from people because of my illness, so the Alphas started picking on me. Luckily, I was good at fighting!" Hearing that, Max could not help but take Trevor's hand, sensing that it was difficult for Trevor to talk about his history. He squeezed his hand tightly to give him a sense of comfort. Trevor looked into those beautiful golden ey

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.

His lips curve into a smile so real, so full of awe, I forget every other face. My heart swells. “Moon Goddess, I’m so lucky,” I think. Two weeks ago, we didn’t know what this was. We were strangers. A rogue and an Alpha. Now look at us. Today, we become one. In bond, in blood, in purpose. I reach the altar. Olivia squeezes my hand before she lets go and takes her seat beside Alpha Samual. Corbin reaches out, takes my hand in his, and pulls me gently toward him.

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.

Around them, the gathered emissaries held their breath, silent witnesses to this bold gesture. As thunderheads massed overhead and the first fat drops of rain began to fall, Maverick and Odessa stood entwined—a living bridge between feuding worlds. In that fleeting union lay the promise of profound transformation: that love, in its most forbidden form, could shatter the hard-won enmities of generations. Neither knew whether this fragile accord would ignite yet another conflagration or kindle the fragile bloom of peace. But in the shadow-draped courtyard beneath the abandoned factory, fate had shifted irrevocably—and the future of both vampire and neko lineages trembled on the brink of change

I imagined Rowan in his cell hearing the same sound, counting his last minutes. The Alpha raised a cup toward me. “To my Luna-may her loyalty burn brighter than any flame.” He was brought fought in chains and masked with blood And there he was. Rowan. Kneeling on the platform meant for his last breath. They had cleaned the blood from him, but not the suffering. Wolfsbane had carved across his entire being. Chains held his wrists and waist, rain slid from his hair to his lips Memories clawed my mind. His hands guiding mine over the glowing map, his voice promising impossible roads, the kiss that tasted like an escape.

Oswald laid his head on my shoulder and interjected, “Hm. We can discuss our wedding…” “Who says no wedding yet?” Finley's eyes landed on Oswald, and he chuckled in amusement. “Well, we already won.” Oswald shamelessly responded with a Cheshire grin. . . . I gently patted Zeirk’s butt and smiled sheepishly while coaxing him to sleep. He's so adorable and obedient. Oswald and Wyatt stood next to me like loyal bodyguards. Haha. The domineering Lycan Alphas are my bodyguards. Suddenly, Oswald wrapped his hands around me and softly coaxed, “Well, if Mom wants you to stay for the night. Agree.”

I proclaimed, my heart racing with a mix of anger and sadness. "Luna... you can't do this!" He warned, his voice deep and subdued. "It's the right thing to do, Bryan... at least, I won't be known as the Omega who ruined a friendship because of her selfish desires!" I stated firmly, and before he could respond, I turned to walk away. But Bryan refused to let me go. In an instant, I felt a powerful grip on my wrist, pulling me back towards Bryan. My hand came to rest on his chest, and our eyes locked in a tense confrontation.