Skyrim Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and fell. But instead of cold stone, I landed in a warm embrace. The scent of irises. "Lucian... is that you?" "Don't talk. I've got you." His hand settled gently over my eyes. He was supposed to be gone — back in the real world. Why was he still here? If he missed this chance, he could never go home. A thousand questions surged up, but every time I tried to speak, all that came out was blood. Viktor watched us with a savage grin. "Perfect timing. Once I'm done with Serena, you're next."

“But your highness…” He rose gradually and Pharix was forced to step back. Sia looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t like having so much hair in his face, but it was the least he could do to please Pharix. Let her touch his hair. She seemed to like it anyway, but Crinka loved it better. Maybe more than she loved Ruarc back in the days. His heart beat faster as the thoughts of her came to mind. Crinka. Whatever was he to do with her? She was a force to be reckoned with, that woman, for making him feel all kind of things he shouldn’t have. And Sia wasn’t going to blame any of their feelings on the bond, because he knew deep down that he felt for her even before the bond. Maybe it was her

Am I hearing this right? “I’m their sick younger sister but they want to spend more time with other people.” Kyrara wasn’t looking at me. “Jayvee even resorts to crossdressing just to be able to be with you who became scared of boys.” I can’t believe it. There’s no way someone would do that just for… me. “Now Kyros’s obsessed with the same girl. They’ll keep on fighting like kids this way.” Kyrara said as if it were my fault. “I’m not saying this is your fault. My brothers are just stupid when it comes to girls— No, when it comes to a girl named Lili.” Even though I should be surprised about the fact that it was Kyril all this time, I couldn’t get my head off about what Kyrara said. She ment

Damon was with the other wolf shifters and a squadron of goblin fighters in the barracks below the palace, going over the final details of the plan of attack with Stanley , when a gentle hand brushed against his shoulder. "Scar," he breathed. "What are you doing here? We'll be leaving any minute." She sighed happily, and then pulled away, much to his disappointment. Not that they could do much more together right now, however, so it was for the best that she didn't tempt him too badly. He has been trying to subdue his feelings and she has been trying to seduce him even more . She did not believe in the wolf and witch abomination and when all this was over she will do anything to win his hear

With Xenia running through my mind, I didn’t know when exhaustion took over me but I soon found myself losing consciousness and sleep got the better of me. “Sire, are you sure you’re not going to the marketplace today, I’m sure I saw the water fairy coming to steal flowers today…” Wraya sighed at the end before saying, “I can’t believe the omega really has that impulse of still stealing flowers from you sire…like even after she saw what you did for her.”

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

Mine were welling with tears that threatened to fall and I could have sworn his were glistening too as he smiled back at me. Then, cupping my face in his hands, he spoke the words I’d always wanted to hear but never dreamed I would. “I, Finnick Cross, Beta of the Crimson Moon pack, accept you, Sarah Woods, of the RedWoods Pack, as my Goddess-given mate.” He poured all his emotions into those words. Hope, joy, want, need, and love. Most definitely love. Finnick Cross loved me and in that moment, I felt whole for the first time in my life. I couldn’t wait to say those words back to him and I hoped my acceptance would make him feel even a fraction as happy as his made me.

The crimson star’s pulse was a primal scream, not a curse but a genesis, promising the nexus’s origin—a truth that could save or destroy their love. Jessica scrambled back, her hands scraping the abyss’s jagged edge, her breath ragged as Rylan’s blade slashed, missing her throat by inches. “You don’t know me!” she choked, her voice raw with love and defiance, her hollowness surging, a desperate fire against the star’s bloody light. The abyss churned, threads snapping, the starfield fracturing as the crimson star’s scream wove a vision—not of betrayal, but of creation, the nexus’s birth laid bare.

But Victor was convinced that I was only behaving like this because I wasn't over what happened back then. As long as he sincerely apologized and admitted his mistakes, he thought I would definitely forgive him. So he followed me wherever I went. When he saw me stop, he pulled out the diamond ring again and confessed to me with a serious expression. I was beyond annoyed. "I'll only explain this once. First, I didn't plagiarize Emma's work. 'Wild Roses' was my design. "Second, I'm married with a husband and daughter. Third, and most importantly, I don't blame you or hold any grudges. I simply don't want any contact with you because my husband will be jealous!"

I was still on Operation: save Cross, so I stepped up and gave her my best smile, “Hello, ma'am. My name is Cyrus. Damian and I go to school together.” Her eyes brightened as she glanced at her son, shocked he could get such a handsome face as a friend. She must know I was popular. If she knew how our ‘friendship’ came about, she'd be running for the heels. “Really? Well why didn't you tell me your friend was coming over- “It's nothing, mom,” Cross glared at me. “He was just leaving-” “No, I wasn't-” She beamed, looking even more excited. “No, he wasn't. As a matter of fact, a friend of my son is always welcomed for coffee-”