Supernatural Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

“Cain, finding you and kidnapping you were also cemented into your storyline. Nothing we could have done would prevent them. However, there were two paths in which they could occur, and choosing the wrong one would be detrimental to your spiritual destiny. The legacy that lives within and beyond YOU.” “It might be better if we show you,” Hecate includes, as I stare at Selene and Diana in disbelief, like they had grown another head, or head snakes for hair. Joining her sisters, she kneels before me, their hands reaching out to touch my forehead. Glowing hands touch my skin, warming me as images flash within. An alternate reality being shown to me. One in which I had never met Xander, and yet

I straightened in my seat. “There has never been a hybrid like you in our recorded history. Wolves and witches do not mix. Supernatural beings rarely mix with each other at all.” Another Elder nodded. If they do, their magic becomes unstable, bloodlines reject each other. Most unions fail before they even begin.” “And if a child is conceived between two supernatural species,” said the man, “that child does not survive.” My chest tightened. “Then how—” “You are an exception,” the oldest Elder said firmly. “The only one we know of and your existence changes everything.”

I mentioned. “Why?” asked Bobby. “How should I know, I’m the new girl remember?” Schuss, how could they forget that? I talk to the dead, and I am starting to see things. “Maybe we can find out tonight,” offered Daniel. “We’ll confront her.” “Alright,” agreed Bobby. “And I’m sorry again.” “It’s fine, we’re best friends, we’ll get through it,” replied Daniel. I wish I had a best friend, I thought gloomily, but maybe I will be able to make one now. I’m no longer moving, and Bert’s gone!

Roy. Silence engulfs us as Simone takes in my words. I didn't mean to make it sound harsh but this female doesn't take a hint. "So all that talk about her being Ernard’s daughter and how you hate her was all talk? What happened to the method you found on how to get her pregnant without getting involved with her, now you want to fuck her?" She spits and a growl vibrates from my chest. I had discovered a way to get someone pregnant without getting intimate. On one of my adventures, I ran into a man who had traveled a lot. He mentioned an alternate universe where supernaturals don't exist.

When a mate has a child from a previous relationship, our kinship traditions automatically make the child like our own flesh and blood. There are only a few species of supernaturals that use the prefix of “step” when referring to children born from a mate and someone who is not their mate, but that is not how shifters, fae, angels, demons, and vampires operate. I am so excited to have a son to take care of!

"Supernatural. The ritual needs representatives from each major bloodline: werewolf, vampire, fae, and witch. Their combined essence creates the catalyst for the Convergence working." Marcus stepped closer to the glass, his Alpha presence filling the narrow corridor. "And the purpose of this work?" "To reset supernatural evolution," Benjamin said, his eyes haunted. "To return all species to their 'pure' forms, untainted by crossbreeds.” The Tear began to glow brightly, and so did Casie’s eyes, “It’s ok, Casie is safe, but Seraphina’s mate? That’s news to me. The one Seraphina speaks of was one of my fated mates. He was her boyfriend at the time, yes. Still, he had told her from the start tha

A man with eyes like glass touched her forehead and whispered one word: “Hybrid.” But not like the others. Her father had been a god of endings. Her mother, a shadow of the veil. She was born of oblivion. They didn’t raise her. They sealed her. Until someone—something—called her awake. And now she was here. A key. A blade. A barrier. Back to Reality I gasped as I returned. Damian was holding me now. The Sixth was sitting up, trembling. “I didn’t want you to see that,” she whispered.

And soon, we will hear from the other side of the relationship. Expect a story from the man she calls her own. Possibly, within the next few stories after this. Meanwhile, I bid you farewell for now and hope to see you again in the following chapters of the Supernatural Spa. Goodnight...

Their shadow. The vision shifted. They saw the first Blood-Bound pair after Serelai—a warrior and a weaver, their love a brilliant, new flame. The Un-Made found them. It didn't attack their bodies. It attacked their bond. It showed the warrior visions of the weaver's faithlessness. It showed the weaver images of the warrior's cruelty. It fed on their doubt, their fear, their jealousy. And when their bond shattered under the strain, the Un-Made consumed them, growing stronger.

His gaze fixed on her eyes. Una silently swallowed. Weren’t there any complications once Una told him who she was? That she came back from the dead and became a demon? Either way, she’d end up dead anyway. Una gambled his last hope of survival. “I am Una, a lowborn in the Nacht territory…” she paused before she added, “I was Hevian’s bride….” Drite’s eyes widened. “No way!” “I am telling the truth! Let’s make a deal. I can’t die again… I’ve just been resurrected!”