Re:zero Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I'm a writer with a gambling debt and three ex-wives." "Not anymore." Elodie took the bottle of bourbon and threw it into the white void. It shattered, the glass turning into stars. "Here, you're just Victor. And I’m just Elodie." "And the debt?" "Paid in full," Sebastian said. He began to fade, his form dissolving into a soft, violet mist. "The Crossing is complete, Subject Zero. Write something worth reading." The ghosts vanished. The Healer, the perfect Victor, Sebastian—all sucked back into the white.

"You can't survive a direct hit from a deletion protocol of this magnitude!" "I’ve spent my entire life being a ghost in the machine, Sophia," Zero replied, a serene, almost celestial smile touching his lips. his golden eyes met her silver ones with a clarity that transcended the digital abyss. "But a ghost can haunt, and a ghost can explode. I was never meant to survive the system—I was meant to break it."

Everyone in the clearing understood exactly who the child meant. *Subject Zero.* The prototype. The first. The original catalyst that had spawned every nightmare they had ever survived. Ava felt a warm, calloused hand close firmly around her own. It was Luca DeLuca. He was anchoring her, grounding her, keeping her tethered to reality when the world around them threatened to dissolve into madness. She squeezed his hand back tightly, because reality suddenly felt like a very fragile thing. Gabriel Cross stepped forward, his tactical instincts overriding the supernatural dread. “We leave. Now.”

His twisted face overlapped with the memory of him staring coldly at me as I lay paralyzed in my previous life. I suddenly stopped struggling. Gathering all my strength, I raised my free hand and delivered a sharp, resounding slap across Zachary's face. He froze, and his grip on my wrist loosened unconsciously. The air seemed to freeze. I shook his hand off and spoke to him clearly, word by word. "Zachary, this slap is meant to wake you up. Look at yourself. You look like a madman! The Zachary I once loved died a long time ago—the moment you humiliated me for Vivian.

A name is engraved at the bottom in narrow serif. Nina Cross. Not Donovan. “Welcome to the family, Nina.” My breath catches when my brain registers. It's a centurion card. In my name. Fuck me sideways. “Every Cross has one, don't you, Cass?” Alex turns to Cassian with a wink. The stainless black card sits heavy in my hand, and I feel it warm under Cassian's glare. I'm a Cross now. Not Donovan. My pulse jumps. I can't just…erase dad.

Call me whatever you want; emotionless, cold-hearted, cruelly ruthless, indestructible, indomitable or whatever but it's all for my Luna. Immediately after the incident, the words 'Life' and 'time' stopped from me. Every passing day felt like torture as it reminded me that Riella sacrificed her life for my safety. Whether it's 1000yrs or 100000yrs, she's still in my heart and no one else can take that place in my heart. Since then, I expanded the Red Moon pack all over New York until we had a full town of our own. “Alpha Lord,” the spy I sent to monitor the current Beta's movements, called out to me through our mind link. And for the first time after a few hours, I opened my glacier blue eye

She liked her world like this; controlled, immaculate, and hers. Her assistant had just left the report on the collaboration between Duval Holdings and CrossTech, and Clarisse skimmed it with the cool efficiency of a surgeon. Numbers, timelines, projected returns, upcoming brief, it was all there. Damon Cross, as always, delivered results with a surgeon’s blade.

Gilbert asked, sitting opposites in his chair. Nathan tiredly inclined his head to look at him, “I’m fine. Just that I can’t find big bro Zeth since awhile ago, and the series I am currently reading were already finished. Author Crossfinger is really great. Ugh I felt empty right now, I want to see Zeth.” Just after he mentioned it, Zitrey emerge in the entryway walking towards them. Hands are in the pants pocket. She just simply walked there with her casual clothes of an oversized black T-shirt and a pants yet all the air that surrounds hers were like shouting she’s cool and handsome.

“Are you guys official? Like—official-official?” “We live together,” I said before I could stop myself. Her jaw dropped. “You what?” “I wasn’t hiding it,” I added quickly. “It’s just a lot. But it’s good. Really good.” She whistled. “Lana Reyes. The main character. And the plot twist. Nathan Cross in love? Living together? This is full prestige drama energy.” I laughed. Actually laughed. For a moment, the pressure lifted—like sunshine through fog. But the second we stepped outside, it returned.

She whispered shakily. “If you,” I said softly, “or your father, or mine, get in my way…” I smiled then. The kind of smile men wear right before blood hits the floor. “I will destroy every single thing you love before I even break a sweat.” I pointed toward the elevator. “Leave.” Camilla didn’t move. So I took one slow step closer. “Now.” The word cracked like a gunshot. “Or you will find out exactly what a Reaper does to things that stand in his way.”