Sonic Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

Lucas hurriedly softened his gaze. "Uh-huh?" Lucas replied. His lack of focus made Sonia look even more sulky. "Sorry, my patient today has been on my mind. I apologize." Lucas gently brushed Sonia’s cheek with his fingertip. "So now my rival is your patient." Sonia still looked sulky and childish. "There’s no rival; everything is yours." "Really? In that case, kiss me," Sonia said, leaning in. Lucas looked at the face before him—a beautiful girl presenting herself for a kiss. However, Lucas only played with his lips, his breathing indicating the difficulty of this act. He couldn’t even imagine Hayle’s face anymore.

Then he was gone, disappearing into the Special Collections with his ancient book, leaving me standing alone in the shadowy library with more questions than answers. I returned to my study table in a daze, but I couldn't focus on herbology anymore. My mind kept replaying the encounter, the electric shock when we touched, the way he'd said my surname like it meant something significant. Blackwood. White Luna bloodline. Ancient power. "It was just stress hallucinations," I whispered to myself, Dr. Chen's explanations echoing in my mind. "None of it was real." But what if some of it was? My phone buzzed with another text, this time from Quinn: Did you hear? Jaxon Cross is officially dating Cami

A growl rumbled from his chest, not human, not even werewolf, but something more primal, more terrifying. The pack drew back collectively, many lowering their eyes in instinctive submission to power they didn't understand but clearly feared. "Please," Linda whispered, all her earlier defiance gone. "He's my only son." "Only because you treated me as nothing," Cross replied coldly. But he released his grip, letting Damian collapse to the platform, gasping and clutching his throat. Cross turned back to me, his strange golden-red eyes meeting mine for the first time with full attention. Something passed between us, a current, a connection I couldn't explain.

“You need help, sonny, you are sick.'' I grumbled and went for my clothes in the closet. “I wonder why this world is so unfair, I should be his mate and not you.'' Sonia grumbled playfully with a frown on her face. “You can have him, why don't you take my place.'' I suggested in a serious tone, “You are not serious.'' Sonia groaned and shook her head, while I chuckled and flung the clothes on the bed. “Where are you going?'' she asked while staring at the clothes, “To the bank, I need to send those cash back to Eric.'' I announced those words and picked up my towel, “Why will you do that.'' She asked, confused, which made me sat beside her with a hiss, “Because it feels like I sold my body t

Cross hissed, ignoring her words as his eyes scanned her body, his mind playing out scenarios that shattered his restraint. Rosa reached for his face, cupping it. "Look at me, Cross. Nothing happened. I started a fire to escape him. You know I would never let him have me. Not when I belong to you." But Cross was spiraling. His emotions raged inside him like a hurricane, tearing through reason. All he could think about was Zod’s hands on her, Zod’s scent covering her body. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he pressed his forehead to hers.

He pushed aside his doubts and continued to please Sonia, determined to finish what they had started. With a renewed sense of purpose, Sonu imagined Anju and Balram together, passionately embracing and fulfilling their desires. He increased his pace and thrust harder into Sonia, determined to finish what they had started. With each thrust, Sonu felt a surge of passion and anticipation, eager to reach the climax. As Sonia's moans grew louder and her body quivered with pleasure, in the heat of the moment, he focused on the intense pleasure he was feeling with Sonia while Sonia cried with unbridled joy. All he could think about was the raw passion between him and Sonia and the forbidden thrill.

carbon—a material that shouldn't exist in the "Dead-Zone." "This isn't a 'Silo', Dad," Thomas said, his "Independent" curiosity "Indexing" the "Mechanical" seams of the door. "This is a 'Crossover' point. It’s built with 'Sovereign' tech, but the 'Source-Code' on the panel is... different."

“I’m not mad, Aiden. But from now on, maybe find us a new spot. Something just ours.” His smirk returned, slow and dangerous. “Guess I’ll just have to make it perfect then.” “Good,” I said. “Oh, and by the way? Since Eli and Arnold have claimed the rooftop, you’re officially out of options, Cross.” He leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “That’s fine. I don’t need options. I just need you.” And just like that, my heart was back to working double shifts. Maybe nightmares weren’t so bad after all.

As he leaves, I return to my desk and pour myself a drink. The One was once Damien’s friend. Now he wants to watch him suffer. Victor may be Leah’s useless father, but that means nothing here. Cross is coming. And we are more than ready.

Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.