Skyrim Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

My wolf stirred within me, her presence more vivid than ever. "Amara," she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding. "Pay attention. They need us. This bond… it’s more than fate. It’s destiny." Suddenly, the scene shifted, and I saw them Caden, Jaxon, and Ryder—standing apart from each other in the same forest, their expressions tense. They weren’t looking at me; they weren’t even looking at each other. They were surrounded by shadows, a dark mist swirling around them like chains.

Damian watched her disappear down the hallway, his chest tight for reasons he didn’t want to name. Aria closed her bedroom door behind her. Only then did she lean against it, eyes lifting to the ceiling. “…This is getting complicated,” she whispered. And somewhere deep inside, a warning echoed: If Damian Cross starts choosing you… someone is going to bleed.

"If you say one more word, I'll go to the infirmary and personally end that murderer's bloodline." He must have never seen this side of me before. Rory's eyes widened, finally realizing I wasn't bluffing. He scrambled back, clearing a path for my car, still muttering, "Impossible… this is impossible…" I floored the accelerator, the SUV's engine roaring to life. The tires spun over the gravel, kicking up a cloud of dust. Just as I was about to cross the border, Wyatt's voice exploded in my mind like thunder. The mind-link. Faye! Come back here! I command you as your Alpha!

“So you’d dream of me.” He winks and starts walking away with the rest of my pillows. When he reaches the door, he stops, his hand resting on the doorknob. “If you do kiss another man, pray I never find out about it.” “Are you going to stalk me, Crosswalk?” He shrugs. “In that case, I’ll kiss every man in my pack just to prove to you that you don’t own me.” “I don’t own you. Neither do those men. But… you’re carrying my child.”

“It was a sad choice that broke his heart, but it was not all bad news for Luca. He met his beautiful healer fiancée while he was getting better at the temple.” “Oh, the hurt warrior and the pack doctor get their happy ending,” she says, clapping her hands together. “The Silvermoon Temple meets the Ironfang Arena. I love that story so much.” I shake my head at her. “I forgot you are obsessed with those old romantic pack scrolls.” “I do not just read them, I eat them up,” she says with a big grin. I know something else I would like to eat up right now, and it is definitely not an old scroll.

Clay Jasperfang POV “I can never repay you,” Rham says. He squeezes my jaw with his strong fingers. He has a toast of moon-wine with our best mate, Shaun Nightwalker, but I see his boots twitching. He wants to run down to the Silver River District and track Christine Thornfield down. He hasn't seen his true fated moonmate since they left before the frost, and his wolf is wild to go. Breaking the Covenant of Silver Wolves was a big, crazy move. I just hope the low-rank girl takes him back. She blocked his mind-link after they said goodbye, so his wolf is howling with worry.

"Damian Vargasin is my witness. He comes or I go back." The warrior's jaw tightens. He mutters something into a radio. Waits. A minute passes. Two. Then his radio crackles. A voice I know too well. "Let them both through." Caden's voice. The warrior steps aside. Damian looks at me. "Ready?" No. Not even close. But I take his hand—his warm, steady hand—and we step across the border together. --- Bloodmoon pack house looms ahead. Bigger than I remember. Colder.

the world would simply cease to be rendered. ​She looked at the Amber-Eyed Girl, who was still playing that screeching, nihilistic melody. ​"You want a Sequel?" Nora whispered, her eyes glowing with a fierce, amber light that matched the girl’s. "Then let's give them a Crossover." The Return of the Real ​Nora didn't attack Julian. She turned and threw her crimson flute directly at Leo. ​"Leo! Catch it! Combine the 'Silver Power' with the 'Open Source'!"

I offered a reassuring smile before continuing. "It turned out that the Cryomancers have taken over the Necromancers' castle. But, as it happens, their leader, River, is an old friend of mine. He apologized for the ill treatment and released us. They even fed us. We'll be forming an alliance with the Cryomancers next week, so all's well that ends well." I concluded, studying her reaction to ensure she was processing the information okay. Roxy took a deep, shuddering breath before exhaling slowly. Then, without warning, she flung herself into my arms, her body trembling with emotion. The sudden contact sparked a burst of lightning and cooling flames within me, a sensation that was both exhila

"Temporary. I like that." Outside the window, the sounds of celebration continued, music, laughter, howls of joy. The pack rejoicing in their prophesied savior and his bride. Inside, I felt something new taking root... a determination darker and stronger than anything I'd known before. Cross had taken everything from me. My position. My future. Even, briefly, my wife. Now I would take everything from him. "We should begin immediately," Mother said. "Sara, go to your father. Convince him to perform the ceremony. Damian, speak with our closest allies, those we know will stand with us. I'll make preparations here."