Warhammer Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

I whispered, “Kross Varkas is coming. And I’m bringing Thursday with me.” I left him breathing. Barely. The two ex-legion guys could handle the rest. *** SADE I didn’t sleep after Kross left the lab. I couldn’t, how could I? My body was still humming from his mouth, from the way he’d torn my clothes and my defences apart in the same breath. My thighs ached with every step, my lips were swollen, and I could taste him every time I swallowed. But… but the fougère was still wrong. I believe I could do this. I need to do it!

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

“Only a bloodmate? That’s all I get?” In the werewolf system, a wife could be Luna; your true mate, Consort; the one you love, or Bloodmate; the one you marry for power or heirs. That’s what I was. The woman chosen for breeding. And I gave him a daughter, not the heir he wanted. Kella crouched beside Amara, whispering. Smiling. Like she’d won. My chest burned; my vision blurred. I tried to walk but my legs gave out, and everything went dark.

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.

Emma had wanted to disband the group but figured that they could be useful as spies and assassins. She looked out of the window, happy that Sterling Creek was rebuilding itself. Everything was running smoothly and the Dome was still covering them from the infected. The Virus was still out there but Emma was close to finding a cure. The skies were clearer now but the winter was still endless. She left the balcony and entered back into the house where Sarah was waiting for her with Steve poring over a map. “There is something that I need to tell both of you,” Sarah said. “Marcus and I are getting married!”

After giving this warning, he swept the room with his men. There were only three people left in the room: André, Karen and me. "You see, it's all your fault. Now, the Red Snow Pack will have to go to war against the Dark Swamp Pack. Things become like this because of you, a simple hybrid. It's terrible!" Karen was filled with bitterness. When she passed by me, she deliberately pushed me and rushed to run after Ruby.

he asked again, it seemed like he was shocked upon hearing what I just told him. "Yes, Dad... it's actually about the Moon Goddess, she said something earlier and I would like you to relay this message to mom." "What about it?" "She said that a war will be erupted between the Alphas and the rogues... I assumed that includes us as well. She said that these rogues are going to attack any minute from now. I don't know if that is true but who knows? And then something shitty happens... guess what? My marriage with Matthew is postponed that is why we have to wait until the war ended."

— Rowan confronted Selene amid the sirens. “You crossed,” he said, voice raw. “So did you,” Selene replied. Rowan shook his head. “I crossed into service. You crossed into proof.” — Lucien watched the feeds split. Hero narrative. Hypocrisy narrative. The fork sharpened. — Prototype Three archived the event under a new category. Cross-zone dependency established. She did not feel victory. She felt inevitability. — That night, Selene stood alone once more. The border she had crossed glowed faintly behind her.

I will not let her go once she is here. “Where is she?” I asked. “Still at Blackstone; however, there has been a development, Alpha,” my beta said. “Speak.” “She is now mated.” “To whom?” I asked, feeling my anger rise. “Adrian Willis. Also, there is one other thing, Alpha.” Adrian Willis? Why does the Willis family have to be at the center of my plans, screwing them up as they go? “What else?” “We’ve noted that Ronan is working with Ms. Cross’s foster sister, Candy Cross. She has even infiltrated the pack. We are not sure what she did while she was there, but she got in and out and was undetected.”

Later, her crystal ball revealed that the fated mate wasn't in this world at all — they existed in my reality. So she cast another spell in secret, pulling that person across the divide and dropping them somewhere in the werewolf world. I spent the next three years searching for the person I'd dragged here against their will. When I finished telling Lucian the whole story, his knuckles went white on the steering wheel. I could see the storm of emotions playing across his face in the rearview mirror. "It was wrong of me to pull you into this world. Now that the prophecy has been averted, I'll have the Witch open a portal and send you home."