Warhammer 40k Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

Final Override I slammed the command override key into the central console, forcing the system into a complete shutdown. The blazing countdown froze at: 00:00:04. Silence. The Collapse The entire fortress shuddered, alarms blaring, emergency power failing. Natalia’s forces fell back into chaos as the fortress’s core began to collapse. Through the smoke and fire, Natalia Cross staggered, bloodied but defiant, her scarred face twisted into pure hatred. "This isn’t over..." she rasped, her eyes gleaming. "I’ll never fall."*The End of an Empire

Chapter 94: A pretty mind. In the ship workroom, Rhylent had Chasm pinned and pressed against a Nebos wall. When Rhylent mentioned Chasm's desire, Chasm pulled, and Rhylent let go of his held wrists. Swallowing hard, Chasm placed his hands on Rhylent's chest and pushed as hard as he could. The alien let him go, and Chasm stumbled toward the broken ship. He scooted near a waist-high metal box. Realizing that he'd not put enough space between him and the alien he wanted to have sex with, Chasm dashed to the side and put the carton between him and Rhylent. He needed something to separate them. What he needed was a black hole to keep them apart.

Report: Quinn The Mojave Desert. United States of America. Crash site of an Axion warship. Designation: "Project Terminus" "It's over!" Draco screamed. "Die!" I heard the shouts of my allies, the sounds of twisting metal has every mech within a kilometre radius was rocked by a blast that they could not see. In a single horrible instant, every mech on the battlefield fell, Axion or Alliance alike. Every mech except mine. As the dust cleared, I could see hundreds of metal corpses littering the sand. I desperately hoped that the wreckage did not contain any of my allies and that they had escaped safely, but now wasn't the time to search for them.

We were the survivors of a world that had been unmade and rewoven, and I wasn’t sure if the threads we had used were strong enough to hold us together. ​The engine is destroyed, and the Architect has fallen. Silas lies broken among his machines, while Cassian’s strength has been drained to the point of no return. Winnie has saved the South, but she finds herself standing at the crossroads of a new world, where the boundaries between man and machine, light and shadow, have been blurred forever.

We drove like a sharp knife into the disorganized pack. I led the charge, each slash of my blades finding a feral's throat. I was no longer the Elena bound by emotion. I was the Council's "Moonblade," the terminator of the curse. Liam's sacrifice had created an opening. I was going to turn it into a victory. Thirty minutes later, the last feral wolf fell. We were covered in blood, but we were all still standing. In the distance, the Alliance rescue transport flashed its signal lights. Ryan came to my side and looked toward Liam's cold body at the manor gate.

now rested as a tangled wreckage inside him. And she knew, in a frightful certainty, that this was just the beginning of their war. She would have to cut through the strands, to save him, to choose between a past that was only just discovered and a future she was so eager to save. She was just starting to comprehend that her world had been turned around and she was caught up in an intergalactic war she had no idea existed. The pack was thrown into chaos. The Alpha's collapse had sent a shock through their ranks, a psychic scream of silence that left every wolf spinning in dazed terror and confusion. Paul Wason, who had hurried to the library when he had heard the news, found Sama Arthur bes

“The barriers between realms are fraying. The Vale of Thorns is already infected. Sophia’s return has stirred the fabric of life and death. It’s time I cracked it wide open.” Terra lifted her head slightly, surprised. “But that would mean—” “Yes,” Grimkeeper interrupted. “A fusion. Shadow and flesh. Dark magic and blood.” He rose from his throne and walked to the edge of the citadel, where the ground simply ended, and the void began. Below him lay the Cradle of Silence, a deep pit of eternal magic that churned with forgotten spells and broken gods. Few had ever gazed upon it and lived. He raised his hands.

“Lucifer, no. You know what happened last time. He nearly banished us to the world of darkness, and we were kids.” I laughed. “Relax. I made sure he wasn’t around.” Their faces, equal parts fear and exasperation, told me how much they still cared. They’d always been the closest I had to a loving family. I’d die for them, and they knew it. “You went to Zeus’ tower?” “Yeah. And you know what I found? The monitors were all active. All of them. Every single realm was showing crossovers. Gates are open.” “Open?” Selene echoed.

A line of violet text appeared: **[KAIMA CROSSED THE VOID. It was real. The words were becoming the floor. "She’s hacking the script!" the Creator shouted, his voice losing its weariness and turning into a sharp, corporate panic. "Guardians! Protect the Inkwell!" From the edges of the white page, figures began to emerge. They weren't wolves or clones. They were **Censors**. They were faceless beings dressed in sharp black suits, their mouths sewn shut with silver thread. In their hands, they carried giant red stamps.

Sweet Kharl Axiel, you thought me to hear beyond walls and see beyond lights. You stood with me in the light, and waited for me patiently; all the times I crossed the line and confined in darkness. You always stood and waited patiently for me until I crossed to never return. Now without you, my tomorrow is dark forever. I have lost myself numerous times and never had many regrets; because it is nothing but destiny winning every inch of the war.