Ranma 1/2 Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Then you fucked off to Toronto and met Ramona!” “I tried to forget her,” Cruz groaned and rubbed his forehead. “I needed to forget her but I was the first person in the room that night and she was,” he gave a shake of his head, “she was like an ethereal sex goddess, completely naked, head thrown back, red hair everywhere, eyes closed, perfect body and then Odin who was coming down the hall behind me slammed into me and jumped onto my back. The sound made her eyes open, and it was all over. Those ten seconds were burned into my eyes forever.”

On a side, Naran is stuck, astounded to what he has seen, a being of light, its face is all concealed in flashes of colors, and body glittering like a jewel, a beauty he can never picture out. ‘’Who are you? What are you?’’ ‘’I am you.’’ ‘’What are you talking about?’’ He noticed that something is coiled around its neck, something that looks familiar. He checked the object around his neck and it looks exactly the same as that as the one the being in front of him is wearing. ‘’What is this thing, why do you also have this.’’ ‘’I have told you. I am Ranja. And I am you’’

Ronan woke up panting and trying his damn best to breathe. No, he didn’t have nightmares this time nor even dreamt about anything bad. The reason why he seemed to just run a ten-kilometer marathon was because of none other than Cross—that Alpha sure does know how to invade him and his personal space. Breathing deeply, he clenches his chest. He swallows the non-existent lump on his throat and tries his best not to recall every detail of his dream. Knowing that he dreamt about Cross was enough—remembering the details would be too much this time.

How could the same sound come off so differently? ‘I just need to make contact. Then, I should be okay.’ RenRan thought to herself as she kicked off for her final spurt, but her wrist got caught, and her body jolted to a halt. “Why did you leave?!” FanHai’s voice was low and threatening. RenRan faced FanHai to take him on, but she was momentarily stunned instead. FanHai’s expression was so dark and full of rage that he was almost unrecognisable.

I say as I try to get away from him. "No. Sleep." Rudra says his eyes still close. Then I do one thing which will make me break free of his arms. I poke fingers in his stomach which has muscled abs as I feel it through his clothes. He finally opens his eyes and loses his hold a little. Taking that opportunity I get away from him. "Manvi, where are you going? Come here." He says and gets up. I run to seating area and stand behind sofa.

Ximena said Rana got the idea from some celeb power couple's love story—they had met after a fender bender. Rana was aiming for a meet-cute gone wrong, but she did not count on the TA's stubborn streak, turning the whole thing into a full-blown mishap. Done with the juicy details, Helma glanced at Cole sitting across from her. "Figure out what the fuss was about?" Helma bit her lip, feeling like Cole had an X-ray vision into her thoughts. She mulled it over and murmured, "Your sister's got a crush on this frosty dude and ended up scratching his car."

“I think... whatever’s inside her, that energy—it didn’t just lash out. It restored her. But so fast... it’s not natural.” “It’s not just healing—it’s something else,” Damon mutters. And suddenly I’m drowning in it—frustration, confusion, things I don’t let myself feel. “I can’t do this right now,” I snap. “I’m going for a run.” “What about her?” Raven calls after me. But I don’t answer. The sound of tearing fabric and rushing wind fills my ears as Ragnar takes control, shifting mid-stride, ready to run until my head clears.

I cry out, gritting my teeth halfway through the sound. Then the weight is gone. Twisting, my eyes land on the Ice spear bulging out of the head of one of the warriors. “Hold still,” Ransom says. There is a scrape of metal against the cuffs at my wrist, and anticipation makes my blood pound. Ransom grunts, and I turn to see him fighting the warrior that had been dazed just moments ago. I ignore the ache in my arms and lift to my knees. With a cry that is half frustration, half resolution, I tackle the asshole off Ransom using the little strength I have to even the playing field.

"It's not safe to let him see you. Cheel has been mumbling your name repeatedly— and he doesn't have a friendly tone." Ritian discarded his sense of fashion. He nodded gratefully. "Now you know I'm not that bad, right?" "Hmn." Wenren sighed. "I will lead him to a cliff and trick him to a fall. Follow closely behind me. That man... didn't own that dismembered body as well. He's just a vessel, a spirit stronger than ghosts and who were able to possess people. That martial artist was injured when that vessel came and took over his body. Make sure not to get attacked or be harmed. That vessel can hide within wounds."

She leapt onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He sprinted across the bridge, skidding to a halt just shy of the other side as a panther lunged at them. Rane set Amaris down, yanked off his shirt, and wrapped it around his arm. Without hesitating, he charged at the panther, grappling with the beast as it sank its teeth into his arm. With a grunt, he hoisted the animal and hurled it off the bridge. Turning back to Amaris, who stared wide-eyed, he extended his hand. She took it, and they bolted.