Undertale Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I still can’t make up my mind if I wanna fuck you here or upstairs.” “You ain’t fucking me nowhere, Haunter. Make love? Wherever you feel like it, whenever you feel like it.” “That sounds so vanilla.” “Vanilla? Take off your glasses and I’ll show you vanilla.” * ** THE END **

Memories, somehow, became her only companion. Elise wiped her teary eyes as she crossed the forest of Nardovoa, the portal across each world. It was the only forest that connected the three empires of the Immortal Realm: Zornoxphere, Zophora, and Zorpithia. She made her way through the familiar set of tall trees and she easily entered the boundary of Zornoxphere’s empire with her swift movements. It was as if she was invisible because the Griffin Guards and Vampire Warriors failed to notice her as she passed by.

It was possible. Amelia didn't believe in that big of the coincidence, that Cilia's mate Edward being there was just fate... but she couldn't just blurt out about this to Cilia, not without checking about it first. And if it was the same Edward, what the hell should she do? Why was the goddess doing this to her best friend! First, Selene mated her with Colton. Then she mated her with Adrian. Now, she mated her best friend with the person who was trying to kill Adrian?

He is my biker, and I am his mafia princess. THE END. Hi lovelies, this is the end of Angel and Ryder’s story. Thank you for reading. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was going to write a separate story for our little Rebel, but I have decided to combine the two. So her story will start in the next chapter. I have also started to write Cassandria and Matteo’s story, so keep an eye out for theirs. It will be called Tesoro and exclusively available to GoodNovel.

I sat in my chair, one hand on my belly, feeling Luna Rose kick. I see you. The nightmare voice echoed in my skull. I didn't know who Vesper Cross was. But I was about to find out. --- That night, I wrote in my journal. Not the old one—the new one. The one I'd started after Micah was born. Someone is hunting my family. A wolf named Vesper Cross. She wants my children for blood magic. I don't remember helping a rogue named Talon escape from her. But if I did, I don't regret it.

~Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down, eat you alive Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals Maybe you think that you can hide I can smell your scent from miles Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals~ -(Maroon5) Animals ---------------- ----------------- Stefanos: Just like the previous day, I found myself back in the flower meadow, but this time with Draco and Xenia.

“Can we please, please go home?” “Of course we can, June,” Orion says. I feel his hand on my shoulder and then the sensation of us all vanishing away. When I lift my head and open my eyes I see that we’re in my room and Anton is smiling softly down at me. And I realize that it’s…it’s finished. All of it, finished. The whole fucking reason I came to this damned Underworld has just been…wiped completely away. My first romance – my first love – and it was all a lie –

“The night you sealed the Third Guardian. The night you swore never to love again.” Ayla’s voice broke. “I don’t remember.” “That’s because you didn’t want to.” The girl’s eyes shimmered like the moonlit sea. “You asked the ink to forget for you.” The ground beneath them began to pulse again — the same rhythm as the dragon’s heart. From behind the younger Ayla, ink bled through the air, forming wings that curved around her like armor. “Tell me, Ayla Cross,” her younger self whispered, “when the final moon falls… will you still choose love?”

The blade’s runes pulse, demanding purity, but the shadow-taint in me grows, Voren’s relic closing in. I’m the Convergence, bridge or ruin, and as the Syndicate’s tide rises, I face Taryn, my parents’ killer, his amnesty a bitter pill. The Veilbinders wait, a chance to wield the blade, but trust is a blade’s edge, and Cassia’s life, the Hollow’s dream, hang in the balance. Veyra’s frost-eyes gleam in the distance, and I know—this alliance, fragile as ash, may be our only hope.