Warhammer 40k Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Their hands intertwined — and they unleashed everything. The explosion was silent. Not destruction, but rebirth. The battlefield melted into a radiant garden, where rivers ran backward and turned into veins of living light. The ruined sky healed itself with new stars — constellations of intertwined hands, eternal and bright. The Primarch’s form dissolved into dust and mist, its voice fading into the wind. > “You are no longer children of gods.” “You are the dawn of something new.” Silence returned. And in that silence, Soren’s body collapsed into Travian’s arms, limp but glowing faintly. Travian sank to his knees, the light of his wings fading into embers.

“We don’t have time.” A man beside her slams his fist down. His face, it’s him. Bruce. My father. “I’ll hold the southern pass. You take her. Don’t look back.” Flash. There’s fire everywhere. The sky is bleeding. Screams fill the air like a melody of agony. Fairies soar above, casting light and flame. Vampires tear through soldiers, their fangs flashing crimson. Wolves, giant ones, leap into the chaos, claws gleaming like daggers.

He's– falling– “No, no, no, please, please, save him!” “Save him, if you dare,” Valkar mocked, amidst Cross's hunting scream as his hands fought to grab anything to save himself. My body didn't respond. My wings was hijacked. Lust laughed in my mind. No, no. Please, save him. Stop this. Save him. Please, please! “Please!” My bones cracked, joints rearranged and the darkness drew inside of me, pulling me back like a hand on my shoulder yanking me into the void. The last thing I saw was Cross falling.

the voice mocked, sending a sudden, bone-chilling frost straight through her veins. ​The toxic ex-fiance hadn't just been a broken insect in the mud—Garrett Cross’s original timeline consciousness had just awakened inside the dreadnought's central command mainframe.

To the top, the outerworlds are placed, the outer worlds are as follows "Eregdrix, Raphael's realm, Marvava's realm, Gefion's realm and Arakah's realm. This perhaps bring us to the end of Born By Power, Chaos And Apocalypse rundown. Before concluding, I'd like to say a bit about myself, the author of Born By Power. BBP |•| ABOUT THE AUTHOR Name : Chimeremeze David Ekeledo Age : 14 years. Started writing : At 10 Started BBP|•|CAA : September 2019, Age 13. Ended BBP|•|CAA : September 2020 Favourite Genre : Fantasy/Dark Fantasy

Ethan rumbled deeply as his authority cut through the tension. My wolf stirred in response to him tickling my bones for a shift. Ignoring the frantic crowd, we proceeded forward regardless. The more we approached the eye of the storm, the more the Shapes littered the old road. Werewolves in odd dilemmas and Melbringers with animalistic wounds. They're mostly Crescent werewolves from Alpha Hariss' generation. And despite our history, my heart stirred. Smoke hissed up from half-burnt rooftops. The air huffed with a pressure that felt like a rotting force was sucking the oxygen straight out of the trees.

It had to be about that Kylar, and it annoyed the fuck out of me. Taking a deep breath, I concentrated on the inner link that connected my mind with Caspian's. There had been times when I had seen dozens of links resembling threads in my mind. Focusing on the right one and forming a connection required practice. Now less than ten threads appeared, each marking the remaining member of my true pack. Caspian was the only warrior that Alpha Khaos generously left me—the only one I could trust. ‘Find out anything you can about that new guy,’ I ordered him.

The alien creature suddenly interrupted her, his dark blonde brows mildly raising with surprise as his galaxy eyes intensely bore into the human female’s dark ones, already eager to know more about this new female Negative. "Y-yes. The BloodHound found her. Soldier 0410," She confirmed right before one of the guards soundlessly approached and placed a tablet into his awaiting palm, his dark galaxy eyes falling onto the profile laid on display. "Madeleine Cross..." He muttered under his breath, his calculating gaze rapidly absorbing all the information available on the human female. "She had strong illyrian genes as well," The young doctor chimed in as she watched him read through the profile

He touched the portal, but was prevented from crossing by the celestial dog that was taking possession of his body more and more every day. He screamed for her name, he tried to use his magic to convince her to cross against him, and when she put her hand on the portal, he was abruptly dragged by legs that no longer seemed to be hers. The world turned when the celestial dog took over Vraxlon's eyes and mind. Only his heart was still intact. Everything else was corrupted. Until the moment he was allowed to leave.