Skyrim Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

’I can’t do it Alessia, I just can’t do it. Cyan crawls toward me, whimpering. “I won’t do it.” I tell Cyran. “I don’t care if you’re our mate. I won’t bind myself to a monster. And he’s a monster.” It’s not Cyran that I’m running from. He has been nothing but amazing. He would be a wonderful mate and he doesn’t deserve this. “I’m so sorry Cyran.” I turn to see if there is a way down the cliff. I need to get out of here before he can grab me. I hear bones cracking behind me and I turn to see Liam on the ground.

I growled. Scarlett smiled. “Then hurry. Your pulse torch won’t last long. And your mind—well, it’s just beginning to unravel.” She vanished. I grabbed the cube. And ran. Back at the entrance, Freya and Tamar helped me into the vehicle. My limbs were shaking. Liam caught me in his arms. “It’s done,” I whispered. He didn’t say anything—just held me tighter. The world was different now. But Scarlett wasn’t finished. She was evolving. And so was I. ---

“We did what was best for you! Do you think you know better than us? You’re lucky he even wants you back after this stunt!” Kimberly’s heart pounded. “He doesn’t want me. He wants to own me, control me. And you just handed me over.” A loud knock interrupted them. Her father’s face paled. “It’s him.” The door crashed open, and Ogar strode in, his eyes gleaming with anger. “You thought you could escape me, did you?” Kimberly backed away, her voice trembling. “Ogar, please, I—” He grabbed her arm, pulling her close. “Tell me who helped you. Was it the Lycans?”

She was captivated by him, drawn to his aura of command and the quiet strength that radiated from him. They spent many nights together, talking under the stars, sharing stories of their lives, their hopes, and dreams. Skyrim had a way of making her feel special, cherished, as if she were the only one in the world who mattered to him. Seraphina had fallen deeply in love with him, believing that he felt the same. But Skyrim was a man of duty, and his heart belonged to another—a woman of unmatched beauty and grace, a werewolf who had somehow captured his heart. This woman was destined to become Lara’s mother, the one who would eventually bear the child that would grow to be the Luna.

Congratulations dude. Saga said the moment they step out of their father's room. Why are you congrating me? Cross asked We'll have you forgotten. You will soon be in control as the Lycan that you are. Saga said Ohh really now it's me now? Cross asked Okay fine! We will soon be in control as the Lycan that we are. Saga said, correcting his past statement. I don't think you should celebrate yet. Cross said But why? Saga asked

"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.

Her cunt clenched violently around Draven, squirting hot nectar that sprayed across my mound and Sable’s eager face. I followed her over the edge moments later, my own release pulsing around Lorien’s cock as Rook’s thick shaft stretched my ass to its limit. The shared climax sent a shockwave outward. One of the new branches overhead burst into full bloom, birthing an entire pocket realm shimmering with golden-emerald auroras. The forging intensified.

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.

"Sell. Dissolve. Walk away." "Aurora, that's... that's everything." "No," she said. She touched his chest, right over his heart. "This is everything. The rest? The rest is just bricks." She took a breath. "I want to go," she said. "I want to take the money we have left, and the family we made, and I want to go somewhere where no one knows the name Cross." Liam looked at her. He saw the peace in her eyes. It wasn't the peace of surrender. It was the peace of a prisoner who realizes the door is unlocked.

I answered while I gently gripped her hand and we walked outside the castle. We stood by the door. She froze as she saw Damion heading for the lycan kingdom. The lake was dry by now but they would still cross. The water was the bridge that created a magical surface to and from the castle. They steadily crossed as he slowly disappeared with other warriors. “Where is he going?” Aurora asked. “To save his people from more attacks.” Her gaze softened and her tiny arms trembled. “He will do the same for you, just trust him.” I assured her.