Skyrim Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I’m not leaving you!” Travian cupped his cheek, smiling through the pain. “You already lost once because you tried to save everything. Don’t lose again trying to save me.” The rift’s pull grew stronger, tearing reality apart. Travian pressed his forehead to Soren’s. “Promise me something…” Soren’s voice broke. “Anything.” “Live. Even if it’s without me.” Before Soren could speak again, Travian kissed him—slow, trembling, eternal—and then shoved him into the collapsing rift. The world exploded in gold and shadow.

Selene gasped ; the runes on her collarbone ignited; Nyra’s arm flared in mirrored light. Next, Selene placed a smaller ember circlet on Nyra’s brow ; Nyra held Selene’s hands as fire tendrils coiled around her wrists. Then Cyrion removed his leather pants ; fire ribbons danced across his thighs. He turned to Nyra : “Now, by flesh, we merge.” Nyra’s heart thundered ; the twins whimpered ; Ryker and Caelum clenched fists. Selene pressed a kiss to Nyra’s throat. “Go.”

He ended the call abruptly, leaving Aurora trembling violently, phone slipping from her fingers. Liam’s grip tightened protectively, jaw clenched with determination. “We’ll beat him, Aurora. Just like we beat Edward.” She turned slowly to Liam, fear heavy in her eyes. “But Damien isn’t Edward. He’s far worse.” Liam brushed hair gently from her face, eyes blazing fiercely. “Then we fight harder. Together.” Aurora nodded weakly, desperation and resolve warring fiercely in her heart. Damien Cross was coming, and the peace they’d finally found shattered instantly beneath his ruthless threat.

she croaked out, "please, don’t make me do this. I don’t love him. I don’t even know him. You can’t just hand me over to a savage, he's a deadly werewolf.” Renee sighed, her expression softening. “I know this isn’t easy, but it’s what’s best. This marriage will secure our future. You’ll unlock your bloodline’s gift, Kimberly. You’ll be powerful, like what a true merger should be.” “There are other allies, mother. I will have a husband, please, not him. Don't consent. Help me beg, father, please." Renee cupped her cheeks softly, placing her thumb just underneath her eyes so she could wipe away the stray drops of tears.

I let out a quiet, humorless laugh. What a ridiculous fantasy. Ryder Landon was the future Alpha of Crescent Moon, raised to lead, bred for power. Our lives weren't supposed to collide. Weren't compatible. Maybe the Goddess thought otherwise, but standing here in a house that reeked of vodka and broken promises, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd made a mistake. Each item went into the bag with a force that wasn't quite anger, wasn't quite grief, but something in between. A recklessness that lived in my hands and wouldn't let them stop.

"Thanks. But I'm not your friend. Just not his anymore." She walked out. Liam cursed, rubbing his wrist. "This isn't over." "It is for you." I looked at Margaret and Richard. "You're monsters. And I'm done." The fight started then. The Creed pack enforcers rushed in, Cassian leading. They were going to capture me and keep me in. But Ryder burst through the door with Zane, Jax, Nyx, Theo and his screw. I shifted full, fast, fur ripping through clothes, power surging. I fought Liam's dad, Braden Brooke alongside Ryder. He was beside me, claws out, eyes gold. "Together," he growled.

_*]:min-w-0"> Campus was in lockdown. Security patrolling every entrance, wards humming with power meant to keep everyone inside. But I'd grown up learning how to bypass pack security. My father had trained me to infiltrate enemy territory since I was twelve. _*]:min-w-0"> I left the bike hidden in the forest and approached on foot, letting my wolf guide me through blind spots in the patrol patterns. The blood moon made everything harder. My instincts screamed to shift and run, to hunt or fight or claim what was mine through violence. _*]:min-w-0"> But I forced control through sheer willpower and the mate bond that pulled me toward Juliana like a compass pointing home. _*]:min-w-0"> The cere

“What if he’s right? What if our bond is cursed?” Caden’s hand found her face, his touch firm and steady. “He’s wrong. Our bond is ours—not his.” The landscape rippled, unveiling a final vision. Rollan stood at a crossroads, older, his mark glowing faintly. One path stretched toward a burning wasteland, littered with fallen warriors. The other led to a green valley, wolves and humans standing together in peace. At the center, Aria and Caden faced each other, the golden thread between them blazing. Their hands bled, drops of crimson mingling on the ground.

I tug my breeches up loosely, not bothering to lace them, and let my head fall back, staring at the flickering shadows from the dying fire. My mind drifts to how far I’ve come, or fallen, into this isekai mess. “Okay, brain, recap time,” I murmur to myself, voice barely above a whisper. It’s a habit from my old life, talking through fan theories alone in my apartment. “In Thorns of Desire, Cillian’s supposed to be this untouchable scholar, topping everyone in his path, building his harem without a hitch. But me? I bottomed for Ardyn on day one, topped them both awkwardly, and now we’re in a threesome competition? Plot’s derailed big time.” I chuckle softly, running a hand through Cillian’s b

Everything inside me screams in protest but then… I can’t. “So brothers,” Rylan begins, his voice smooth like silk but sounding like a dagger piercing my chest. “Meet Marielle Cross—my ex-mate and personal whore.“