Rick Morty Crossover Novels & Stories

"Why would you help me?" Lucian lowered his gaze. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for myself." "In the original story, once you're dead, I lose my usefulness. Viktor would never let someone who knows his secrets live." Since our fates were bound together, there was no reason not to work as one. "Tomorrow you're coming with me to the borderlands. Rogue wolves have been terrorizing the area. We'll deal with them together." Lucian nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "Alright."

“Happy New Year, President Xyla,” Georgie Clementine said. “Happy New Year, Georgie,” Xyla Quest replied. “Apart from wishing you a Happy New Year, I also have good news for you. Do you remember Morty Wayne, the mixed-blood youth we spotted playing piano at the restaurant the other day?” Georgie asked. “Yeah, I remember him. Have you signed him on?” Xyla asked with a smile. “Yeah, I went to his house early this morning to get him signed,” Georgie said.

For whatever reason, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch up into a slight smirk. It didn't take long before a ringtone broke the silence on the table. "Here we go! Morty, pick it up." Mortimer maintained his calm demeanor. He reached out to answer the call, only to realize that while the ringtone was the same, his screen wasn't the one lighting up. Mortimer froze mid-reach. "What the fck! Oh my god, my baby girl really came through tonight! I actually beat Morty. Haha, I'm out of here! Catch you guys later."

Chase's punch, which was infused with devastating energy, struck Morty's abdomen and sent him flying. Morty coughed violently, his internal organs in turmoil as blood spilled from his mouth. His eyes were filled with disbelief. His cultivation was clearly a full realm higher than Chase's, which should have allowed him to crush Chase effortlessly. Yet, here he was, defeated. "You can't kill me!" Morty's eyes were filled with rage, like a wild beast roaring in madness. "It's me you can't kill!" Chase wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned. Then, without hesitation, he sped toward Morty once again.

It said if he didn’t get a damn good answer you were dead. “We have two that could fit, they went. The rest of us are demonic.” He pointed to the edges of the walls and things written there, etched in. “Homeless people have wards up to keep us out.” Surt moved forward grabbed the grate and ripped the entire thing out with one jerk and tossed it across the way. Half the concrete going with it. The others took a step back. Surt was a giant, giants weren’t weak. Just because he was a human size didn’t mean he now had human strength.

"But why did you all elaborate such a complicated plan? If you only switched the will and put Mexdoxa's name, there would have been no need for all this nonsense. " " We did switch the will but there is one detail I have not mentioned. Only the wolf that resulted in an Alpha and his mate fusion could interact with the pack. Only Madoxe's wolf could be viewed as the Alpha." " So the man that contacted me was Madoxe, who was posing as Madoxe after Mezdoxa who had paused as Madoxe died. " "Since nobody felt his death, he didn't have the choice but to take over. "

I have scraped up knees and bruised palms to show for it. My sister adapts quicker to roaming in the forest than I do, learning where to put her feet, and how not to snap as many twigs, but I won’t allow myself to consider what the wolf said about her is true. CeCe is human. She doesn’t change into a monster beneath the full moon. And this monster who drags us through places humans weren’t meant to go, isn’t her father, our daddy is Jack Allen Cross. A computer analysist who has a bad sweet tooth and likes documentaries about how things are made and likes to cook everything on a grill and likes to laugh over bad jokes and is the only one who can make Mom smile on her bad nights and who loves

“We've been in this business a lot longer than you have been, honey. You need to trust us. We wouldn't steer you wrong. Paternalistic. There it is again. Morty starts to exercise like this is a done deal. “It's fucking perfect. JC, during your last song of the night, you're going to call Gwen onstage and get down on one knee. People will eat this shit. You can not do that! All three men look at me, and their smiles send shivers down my spine. Pious. Shit. “You can handle him, Wix,” Morty says with a smug smile. “Is this happening, or are you on the first bus back to the trailer park. Maybe we'll still let you keep the diamond when it's all over. Nothing I can say is going to change a thing r

I growled angrily and elbowed him as I jumped up and kicked him back. "I'm not interested and will only allow Rogue such liberties," I mumbled sourly before kicking his side. Rogue looked at me and laughed seeing Mortas lying on the ground holding his gut. "Told you to watch yourself, Morty," he chuckled as he came and circled my waist with his arm and kissed my temple.