Supernatural Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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.”

I said on the defensive. "Calm down, sweetheart. Hear me out first," I look at him. "He smells like a hybrid of witch and fae. That's what I'm saying. Your smell's similar to his, but it's more from a witch than a hybrid. Even talking about a hybrid of witches and other races, a male witch is rare." "You're right," Samantha affirm. "So, what am I asking is, are you sure your father wasn't a hybrid, like Kakoi?"

He raised his hand. The Grove screamed. — Magic erupted. Crimson fire surged toward Luna. Kaelion blocked it. Lucien countered. Sera summoned a shield. Aria reached for Luna. Their marks flared. Their bond ignited. And the flame responded. — A wave of golden light burst from Luna’s chest. It collided with the Blood Father’s fire. The clearing exploded. Trees shattered. The altar split. The seers collapsed. And the Blood Father vanished. — Silence. Smoke.

“I got rid of it. Nothing will stop my parents from being together. And for your own good, I hope our paths never cross again, you backstabbing hoe.” The pain in my chest was worse than the blood soaking my clothes. She grabbed her bag and walked out, leaving me collapsed in my own pool of red. ‘Let me out,’ Lucia snarled. ‘Her wolf is nothing compared to me. I’ll break her bones.’ I stopped her. I couldn’t hurt Emily. Staring at the blood, I knew this was the end. Of everything I’d imagined with Zayne. Everything that could have been. For Emily’s sake, I hoped our paths never crossed again.

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

The sanctuary, witness to the ebb and flow of their love, seemed to cocoon them in a moment of shared vulnerability. As they stood together, the newborn nestled between them, the invincible threads that bound their hearts whispered promises of resilience and enduring love. The fateful reunion, tinged with the scars of war, became a testament to the strength that emerged from the crucible of conflict. Adrian, his gaze never leaving Seraphina, vowed silently to navigate the aftermath of war with her by his side. The birthing sanctuary, once a witness to the mysteries of prophecies and forbidden love, now embraced a family forged in the crucible of adversity—a family whose journey would continu

She screeched as the burn started, sucking whatever essence she was meant to survive on this week. She screeched louder as I sucked it all, no trace of Cross in her. She didn't have him. It was a hard truth. I groaned in frustration, flinging her to her parents as they raced up the stairs. “Fuck!” I burst out of the room through the ceiling, my wings wrapping around me in a tough shield. I didn't bother to stop by his house. I ran straight here when I realized whatever had Cross wasn't human at all. The way his lust was being unleashed and fast, someone was sucking him dry-

Maybe I’d finally stop looking backward. Maybe I’d finally be free. ********* Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! This story is a journey through not only the supernatural world but also the internal battles we face when trying to escape our pasts and make new choices. As Selena steps into a new chapter of her life, she’s confronted not just with external dangers but with the ghosts that still linger from her past. I hope you’ve found yourself immersed in the mysteries surrounding the packs, the full moon, and the ancient curses.

She stood in front of me even though I could tell she was terrified. "Look I have no idea what kind of psychopathic cult shit you got her in but she is staying with me," Kris said and a growl reverberated through Creed's chest. "Creed," I warned and he stopped immediately. "What are you doing?" He asked me. "There is a reason the majority of the world doesn't know about the existence of the supernaturals." "What the fuck it's like I just stepped into a roleplaying game." Kris was flabbergasted at the words coming put of Creed's mouth.

Stella gritted her teeth, and the muscles in her face twitched slightly. "So what? Maybe you're the one who killed him and stole the gold." "I read that body too." I lowered my gun, walked toward Stella under the protection of two tactical officers, and stared directly into her eyes. "In the vision, I saw the person who smothered him. "There was a long, very distinctive scar on their left wrist. A burn scar caused by highly concentrated sulfuric acid." I grabbed Stella's left wrist. Before she could react, I yanked up the sleeve of her coat.