Twilight Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

' Could they be waiting for my eighteenth birthday to fully claim me? My mind whirled at the thought. The academy was teeming with potential mates; what if I found mine here? If the twins and I crossed that final boundary on my birthday and my true mate revealed himself the same day, he'd scent Cameron and Samuel on me for sure. And there was absolutely no way I'd forsake my fated mate for them; if that were the case, I would've stayed with Jax, my childhood love. Sacrificing a divinely ordained connection for a dalliance with the twins, notorious playboys, wasn't an option. Though it ached to admit, I was likely just another exciting chapter in their long history of conquests.

“They’re making out, and yes, I think I need to stop them now before it gets out of hand… just don’t come with me.” “Why?” “I want to say that you’ve called for him, I mean Zade. So you being there wouldn’t make the lie appear palpable.” “Okay.” I replied and with that, I sauntered back to my chair, dropped into it and crossed my legs as I watched Ryan disappear into the corridor. First off, I wouldn’t let Dawn go with Zade. I wouldn’t allow her to go with any man, especially not my twin brother… Xander. I was just thinking about this when suddenly my phone chimed. It was a message notification from a strange number, and surprisingly, there was an attachment to the text.

But if he thought he could interfere, if he thought he could take what belonged to me, I would destroy him. Because Lucy Hale was meant to be a Hawthorne. And she was meant to be mine. Even if I had to burn everything else to make it happen. I will own her.

Tamara's pov “I,Caden Jasper, heir of the Crestwood Alpha, reject you, Tamara Vladis, as my mate.” A dark pit swallowed my heart whole, the very ground I stood on tilted. The pack hall was instantly flooded with murmurs, confusion swirling into every exchange. “Why?” My voice cracked past my trembling lips, “Caden, is this another one of your jokes?” My attempt to play it off failed miserably, his expression was as set as stone.

she whispered, more to herself than to me. “Hmm, I hope so too…” I mumbled absentmindedly as my eyes caught a new section just beneath the Hybrids. It explained that Hybrids could be created through a combination of multiple species—werewolves, witches, and… As my gaze stopped on the last entry, my blood turned cold. Hybrids could also be made from the combination of a vampire and a human. My thoughts instantly went to Nyra—who had also gone silent as her eyes followed mine on the page.

"You owe me twelve million dollars, Preston. I want it now." "I don't have twelve million in cash!" "Then sell the estate." "If I sell the estate, the council strips us of our seat!" Preston hissed, stepping closer. "Just give me a week! My sister is getting close to the Lycan Kings. She is going to be the next Luna. Once she marries Halil or Kai, I can pay you double what we owe." Staring blankly at the desperate young man, Victor slowly shook his head. "I don't deal in fairy tales," Victor whispered.

I stammered, shaking with terror. "Hmph. You've seen it all. Today is your last day, pervert," he said, his anger palpable. "I'm not a pervert! I'm your fan!" I cried, trembling. "A fan? Are you sure?" "Yes! I am... your fan!" I answered, even more frightened as Drex's irises flickered back to yellow. "Haha! But you ran away screaming when you saw the real me! That wolf was me, Drex Ethan! I am a Lycan!" He grinned, leaning in so close that he licked my cheek, as if tasting his next meal.

Patrick: please Zendaya, as he uses sign language to ask for her forgiveness Zendaya: no problem sir, I don't have any issues with it. Hybrids are a cross-breed of two or more different supernatural species. The term is commonly used to describe a werewolf turned into a vampire due to the fact that they were the first supernatural hybrid to be introduced. However, since the werewolf-vampire hybrid's creation, there have been other cross-breed hybrids revealed in the universe, such as Siphoner turned witch-vampire hybrids, werewolf-witch hybrids, and, in the unique case of Hope Mikaelson, a witch-werewolf-vampire tribrid.

And when we crashed through it, the world ended. The circle blazed with power, symbols etched in blood glowing red-hot. Candles guttered in the unnatural wind, shadows stretching. At the center was Lessie. My mate. My heart. And Celeste stood over her, knife raised, eyes glittering with triumph. She drove the blade toward Lessie’s heart.

Talen instructed Toby, and placed his arm around Aislen’s shoulders. Outside, they saw that the convoy of witches had caught up, and they paused to watch as Jules crossed to greet Harry as the vampire left the lead car. The vampire’s delight at seeing their mate glowed through them and they held Jules tightly, spinning in a circle before setting him to his feet and cupping his face, their golden hair spilling over them both as they kissed.