Underworld Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

If anything, the fantasies made it worse. The dreams weren't helping, either. I was no longer having nightmares, which was a good thing, but the nightmares were replaced with erotic dreams. Sometimes we would be in wolf form and sometimes as humans, but either way, I would be chasing Rose through the woods. In human form, her soft flesh was bare to me, allowing my eyes to feast on every curve of her body. In wolf form, her powerful shape teased me as she ran.

Soon, the carriage drove in to be welcomed in the Underworld, there where a family of ancient, abandoned creatures dwell. The carriage drove past rocks that had lava oozing down leisurely so. It has been a year since Wendell had gone to his 'hideout' after a show he had pulled in that year— that published him as a judas to the underworld. His body suddenly felt heavy shortly after the door was opened. "It's time Sir!" The driver slightly bowed as his hand clutched at the door handle. Wendell now wished he did not come while at the same a voice kept reminding him of his goal. He swallowed his fear down to his stomach— where it was at earliest automatically altered into a boast.

“Where’s the anchor?” “Here,” Mirkhael said, suddenly beside them. “They brought it into this realm. Deep beneath the surface. We must destroy it.” “And what happens if we don’t?” Rowan asked. Mirkhael’s smile was hollow. “Then this world and yours begin to merge. Slowly. Painfully. Until there’s nothing left to save.” The ground trembled. A fissure opened beneath them. And from the chasm below rose a tower made of bone and memory, pulsing with dark energy. Around it, Hollow-Blooded gathered in silence. Watching. Waiting.

A month before our wedding, my fiance, Rocco Morelli, disappeared. I searched for him for weeks, until I finally saw him in a jewelry boutique. He was there with a beautiful woman, helping her pick out a diamond ring. She was Emilia Leone, my father's illegitimate daughter, the one I kicked out of the family three years ago. Rocco slipped a 20-carat diamond ring onto her finger, the stone blindingly bright. I was just about to march up to him and confront him for his disappearing act when I heard his subordinate, Anthony Johnson, ask, "Are you really going to organize a fake wedding ceremony, then abandon Cassandra on the wedding day and broadcast indecent photos of her for all to see?"

" Yes, I am Violetta. And you are?" "Alicia. Future Luna of the Tahitti Clan." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. If she was a noble woman with a future clan, what was she doing here? "My wolf was created without a mate. I need a royals offspring to rule my clan." She answered my unspoken question. "What's your story, Violetta? Why are you here?" Mary asked. I smiled brightly at them. No, they couldn't know. They weren't my friends. We were competitors no matter how they tried to sugar coat this relationship. Only one of us could survive here. Only one.

And then he pulled me into one more kiss—harder this time, desperate and full of all the things we didn’t say. When he let go, his voice was firmer. “Let’s go,” he said. “They’re waiting for us.” I nodded, and laced my fingers through his. And together, we stepped through the portal into the Underworld. The world twisted. I stumbled out of the portal and fell hard onto the other side, the ground rough beneath my palms. It was nearly dark. I pushed myself up and looked around, heart racing in my chest. Then Damien appeared—landing on his feet with inhuman grace. His eyes immediately searched for me, and when he saw me standing, the stiffness in his shoulders dropped just a bit.

She will fall into darkness, and our world will follow. I skid around a massive, twisting oak tree, watching Damian’s obsidian tail disappear over a rocky ridge. My heart completely sinks. This isn't just about a broken heart or a rejected mating bond anymore; it is literally about the survival of our species. The werewolf Prince is fated to a Lycan Queen.

I clutched my daughter tight, her tiny form acting like a living radiator, her soft glowing light showing the damp brick walls as we passed. Two hours felt like forever as we crawled through that forgotten maze under the city. These weren’t the tourist hallways, not even close. They were the old smuggler routes, the blood-paths of the Lycan underworld that humans never mapped. Eventually, Silas led us to a massive rusted iron door hidden behind a waterfall of storm runoff. “The Undercity,” Marcus breathed, and when Silas entered a complex manual override code the air changed, like the place itself was holding its breath.

I whispered, and he did, thrusting back inside me slow and deep, fucking me lazy this time, kissing me while he moved, making me cum twice more before we finally stopped, too exhausted to keep going. Later, when we snuck downstairs separate, acting like nothing happened, Emily was still there, chatting with Mum in the living room. She looked up when Haiden walked in, smiling bright. "Hey, text me about that surfing thing?" He glanced at me quick, then back at her, shrugging casual. "Yeah, maybe. Been busy lately." I sat down across the room, thighs pressed tight, feeling his cum still inside me, and smiled to myself because I knew the truth. He was mine, at least for now, and I was not letti

“Under the moon, under the sun. Over the land and under the sea. You will love each other and be able to link. No one can sever your bond with the exception of the two of you…” Anika and Danessa sprung forward to start the battle. Neither of them could abide the couple finding marital bliss. Imagine a Hybrid and a Lycan. Anika went for the brides throat. She wrapped her claws around her throat and sliced backwards. Danessa went to rip off the grooms head. Bradford would be hers.