Novel & Cerita Skyrim Fanfiction Crossover

”will not have to worry about the curse. “Goddess, I didn’t know you were my cousin!” Skyy shouts before flushing bright red and turning on his heel to leave the room. “What, embarrassed to have a crush on your own cousin, little brother?” Damian taunts. Skyy comes back “Then is it incest that Damian and Selyna are mated? I don’t get this.” His brow furrows.

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.

A few people pass through the lot, clueless, walking like nothing almost exploded here. I’m wound too tight. Too much is hitting me at once. “I’m half wolf, half Fae,” Sky says. “Forest Fae. You should be careful, Damien. You can’t use my necklace. It wasn’t made for you. Its magic only works for the one it’s bound to.” “Oh,” I say, my voice dry. “So now you’re above me?” Cars roll in and out of the lot. No one notices what they missed. “I am,” she says. “You’re Shadow Fang Pack. I’m Silver Moon Pack. But I like you. You’re not as bad as you pretend to be.”

Their only saving grace was the inheritance Evelyn Hert left behind—and this fragile marriage alliance with the Crosses. Too bad the groom-to-be was Damian Cross: the forgotten son, the unwanted heir, the one no one respected. Naturally, Rowan would never waste his precious Liana on someone like that. So, they shoved Aria into the fire instead. And Aria? She smiled like a fool. She blinked her big, stupidly innocent eyes, clapped her hands, and suddenly broke into a childish song: "In the land of little blue folks, where the mushrooms grooow—

Even if I brought Damian with me, he could not get pass through the guardian of the portal. Even other species like vampires, fairies and wizards. They cannot easily pass the portal since each of us are forbidden to tresspass other worlds. My relationship with Damian is also a forbidden relationship, my dad also disagreed with my decision but all thanks to my brother, I manage to get away and freely live with the one that I love. I am the obedient child but unlike me Kyro is the total opposite. He is the child that you cannot easily put in control. He helped me escape and gave me the necesarry potion to control my shifting.

Damien adjusted her hair with surprising tenderness. “Whatever happens in there,” Kael said, looking at both of them, “we face it together. No regrets.” “No regrets,” Damien echoed. Serena smiled through fresh tears. “No regrets.” They stepped out of the greenhouse hand in hand — a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch, bound by blood, grief, love, and growing desire. The final descent into the Nexus awaited. As they approached the glowing archway once more, the fusion creature had grown even stronger, now absorbing the bodies of fallen infected around it. It blocked the entrance completely and spoke with a chilling new clarity:

--- The Wyrm’s Pass was not a place for the living. It rose from the world like a scar—jagged, black cliffs slick with rain and legend. The old stories said dragons had carved their deaths into the stone, their last breaths freezing the air for eternity. The wind that howled there was older than language. Soren climbed for three endless days, his cloak torn, his body numb from the cold. On the third night, the storm came. It was not a storm of this world. Lightning did not strike—it screamed. The wind clawed at him, carrying voices that whispered from every direction. Some spoke his name; others, Travian’s. He couldn’t tell which hurt more.

Skotos Vex Maelis moved through the night forest with practiced silence, his tall form blending with the shadows. He'd slipped away from House Maelis’ guards an hour earlier, not that they could have kept pace with him anyway. The forest outside Limdrion's boundaries was technically neutral territory, neither dark elf nor high elf domain, making it the perfect meeting place for a scandalous romance.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

Damian was glaring at both of us. “It’s over when I say it’s over,” Rylan growled, stepping toward him. Damian glared at me one last time, hatred in his eyes. “You’re mine, Lyra. You'll see." He turned and stormed off into the trees, leaving us behind. Rylan lowered as he came closer to me, his expression softening. “Are you alright?” I shook my head. “I…” I felt myself falling and then darkness.