Warhammer 40k Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

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.

The way they fought told a story of broken hearts and long-lost love, I just couldn’t figure out whose heart had been broken. Alessio was walking me toward the couch when I stopped abruptly. I could see myself in the mirror hanging above the staircase and I looked like I had just been through a war. I snorted to myself. I had just been through a war. “What is it?” Alessio asked, his voice low as he looked at me. I could feel his arms around my waist and his hands holding me up. I could feel his strength but I knew if I leaned on him right now, I would never stand on my own two feet again.

Chapter 44 The moment Kai stepped through the doorway, his mother Alex's face lit up with joy. She had been eagerly anticipating his return, her heart filled with pride for the young man he had become. Kai, once a timid and unsure boy, had transformed into a strong and confident werewolf warrior. Kai's journey had been long and arduous, filled with trials and tribulations that had tested his very core. Yet, he had emerged from the depths of these challenges with an unwavering spirit and a newfound strength.

Damien adjusted her hair with surprising tenderness. “Whatever happens in there,” Kael said, looking at both of them, “we face it together. No regrets.” “No regrets,” Damien echoed. Serena smiled through fresh tears. “No regrets.” They stepped out of the greenhouse hand in hand — a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch, bound by blood, grief, love, and growing desire. The final descent into the Nexus awaited. As they approached the glowing archway once more, the fusion creature had grown even stronger, now absorbing the bodies of fallen infected around it. It blocked the entrance completely and spoke with a chilling new clarity:

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.

My back arched, and my throat ran dry. “Make your choice," they whispered. I blinked. Everything faded. I found myself stripped bare, wrists bound to a bed, my heart still pounding just as hard. And that’s when four pairs of hands and lips began their enticing crawl, tracing their way up my trembling, aroused form. Little did I know, I had unwittingly stepped into a web of seduction and submission. Where boundaries blurred… and choices had dire consequences. ~~~ Chapter 1 - Things To Hide “Carlos’ name is on the blacklist!”

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

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.