Ultrakill Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"It's the fact that you both thought I would break. You thought I couldn't handle it." Justin ran a shaking hand through his messy hair, looking completely torn between his loyalty to his club president and his love for his sister. "Mila, you don't understand what the Skulls were planning. Reaper…." "I understand perfectly!" I yelled. "I am not an idiot, Justin! I know who I have been living with! I loved the President of the Midnight Reapers. I fell in love with a man who had blood on his hands, and I accepted every single dark, twisted part of him!"

“We’ve got to move. The system’s on a countdown. Fifteen minutes to full ignition.” Aria reached for the core interface and inserted the encryption key Isabelle had crafted. The glass cracked. The pulse dimmed. “Kill switch accepted,” the system said. “Emergency override in progress.” But then—the screens turned red. “Manual override denied. Human authorization is insufficient.” “Dammit,” Aria hissed. “He blocked the kill code.” Creed’s voice returned. “This was never about shutting me down. It was about proving you couldn’t. You’re still playing chess in a game I redesigned.”

" All of this is what I wanted. To kill Ayla and have you” " Well if you think you can have me when she's dead then you're so mistaken” he hissed out. "I don't expect less from Kallum, though I am going to sulk for a few days. Having betrayed my pack to have you, watching my beloved mate getting stabbed in the heart…." “You despicable whore" I seethed. Lila chuckled instead. “I love you Killain but if I can't have you, so can't she" The silence didn't last two seconds.

He just stood there, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling too fast. "You failed," I said simply. "Calla ruined your entire plan in the hallway, and she walked away from the chance to become Luna." That hit him. His eyes widened, not with fear, but with a sudden, genuine confusion. "She... she did what was necessary," Ulric stammered, still trying to protect his narrative. "She knew the price. She knows you will take responsibility. She has to come back." I almost laughed at his delusion. "She is gone, Ulric. She took her inheritance, cut off all ties, and left the packhouse. She is not coming back for you or for a title. She rejected me. She rejected your political schemes."

Hunter roared. I hated the fact that he might have been right. The members of the council wanted me dead before, merely because I had learned about the existence of a vampire race. I could only imagine their reaction if they had learned that I was a Nephilim. Grinding my teeth, I crouched down between two rows of seats and waited for the right moment to escape the auditorium. I looked down and saw Ash and Calvel lunging toward Drystan and Baltazar. My heart jumped to my throat as I saw two brothers simultaneously turn into a dark blur. The entire building shook as they exchanged blows. They moved so fast that I could hardly register their movements. My hands clasped together in silent prayer

She wanted the way his laugh loosened the tightness in her chest she hadn’t known was there. Saying no to this wasn’t saying no to him. It still felt like a kind of betrayal in her ribs. She sank into the chair, the wood creaking softly, and let the darker possibilities crawl in around the edges. Better to name them than pretend they didn’t exist. *Kael dead* came first because, of course, it did. Dead in some nameless pass, blood soaking Nightfang’s snow, cut down by a cultist or an old enemy or sheer, stupid bad luck. Nightfang’s council delivering the news with gravity, Blackmoon’s hall filling with candlelight and whispers.

“K-k…” His fingers dug into the meat of her neck and squeezed—lifting her until she was on her toes, scraping the floor, her fingernails frantically clawing at his wrist. “Please!” Kenna cried out—pained and tearful—as the scorching dragon heat from his palm blistered the skin of her throat on contact. She could smell her own flesh burning. “Because of you,” Killian hissed, his face inches from hers, “I woke up inside a Crow. Do you understand that? Your little scheme humiliated me.”

Claw commented, with a disappointed expression of the damage I had just caused. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Just thought to go in tune with the werewolf world this time. Also wondering what you think about Killian finally marking Celeste. Would love to hear your thoughts on this entire chapter too, you know. You see, they really inspire me.

he snarled. He lifted my left leg, pinning my inner thigh over his iron hip with a brutal, protective force. Guided by pure, predatory instinct, he drove his heavy length straight inside me in one deep, unyielding thrust that stretched my walls to their absolute limit. A loud, broken shriek of pure, agonizing pleasure tore from my throat, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the sanctuary as the brutal fullness claimed me entirely, our fused auras exploding outward in a sudden, blinding flash of heat that melted the remaining frost on the windowpanes as Killian began to move, his strokes long, heavy, and completely merciless against my core.

"This wasn't what we discussed! I am not killing anyone!" "Of course, you are not. My business is with her, not you." Malkar shot him a sharp look, his eyes darkening with irritation. "But it is not right. I cannot let you do this!" "Step back, Ulric!" Malkar growled. When Ulric fell silent, he returned his attention to Zytha. "You wish to help me kill your own brother?" Zytha asked. Indignation crossed Malkar's features. "Keegan has never been a brother to me. He's been nothing more than a pompous peacock who's been an obstacle in my way. I want him gone."