Warhammer Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My gaze flicked to every corner, every balcony, every servant who passed. Julise nudged me again. "See that man trying too hard to look bored? Kier Malen. Underground seat. Goblin blood. Knows everything. Probably has ears in your pillowcase." "Good to know," I said. Julise grinned. "We’re almost done. Just don’t look at Zarah too long. She can smell rebellion." Zarah Venmoor. The new healer rep. Part wolf, part something else. She had kind eyes, but the way she stood—too still, too calm—made me uneasy.

"Standard issue for unrated personnel. Thirty to a room, open bunks. Shared washrooms. Limited power supply. Rations are standard nutrient paste." Chloe's face went white. She swayed on her feet. "No... impossible! I'm..." "You're what?" I cut her off coldly. "I'm... I'm part of your team..." Chloe stammered. "My team?" I laughed softly. "My team doesn't get us all nearly killed over a music box. And my team sure as hell doesn't waste a miracle cure." Liam finally exploded. He strode toward me, his Alpha power flaring. "Elena! I am your fated mate! You can't treat me like this!"

The same city where Damian Cross lived, breathed, and lied. I hadn’t slept. Not properly. The exhaustion didn’t show — my reflection in the mirror looked sharper, my gaze colder. If heartbreak had broken me once, vengeance had rebuilt me into something else entirely. I closed the curtain with a flick of my wrist and turned to my desk. Blueprints, contracts, and shareholding reports were scattered across the surface like a general’s battle maps. The Cross Corporation — once our empire — was now my battlefield. I’d been silent since the night I saw him and Alexandra together. That silence made people uneasy. Silence was power when used correctly. And I was about to weaponize it.

If I let him go, he might not be on our radar anymore. “Kieran? Are you cutting off power?” Dax’s voice was urgent. “No,” I whispered, watching the elevator. “If he's going to go rogue, he'll do it where i can watch.” As he walked away, just before the doors slid shut, he turned. He didn’t look like my friend anymore. He looked like a rogue wolf. “I'm going to bring my mate. And you are going to stay out of my way.” He jumped out. I finally stood in the silent hallway, my nose throbbing, the scent of jasmine from my own mate clashing with the lingering rottening smell of Ethan's mind rot.

Not enough for me. Never enough. Varek crossed the room slowly before stopping beside the broken archway overlooking the ravine. “You underestimated them.” “No,” I answered quietly. “I underestimated her.” That seemed to interest him. “You hate her more than the Alpha.” A laugh escaped me softly. “You still think this is about Darius?” “Isn’t it?” I looked toward Ironfang again. Toward the distant territory lights hidden beyond the trees. “She walked into Ironfang.” The words left my mouth colder than intended.

she intones, “the true heart waits.” I’m the Convergence—bridge or ruin—and as the second relic’s pulse floods the wastes, Cassia’s fragile life, Taryn’s sacrifice, Renn’s redemption, and Maddox’s vengeance collide. The blade demands my heart, a new enemy rises, and with the Veil fracturing, I face a war I may not survive.

I instantly let the man go as he gasped for air. “Sorry.” I quickly apologize. He coughs. “It’s alright, I should have expected that. Wow you’ve got a grip.” He says, massaging his throat. I could see that it would bruise later. He holds out a hand. “My name is Casey Flynn.” He introduces himself. I shake his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Damian Morningstar.” I introduced myself. “Sorry for trying to kill you.” “Believe me, I don’t think you can since I’m a Cosmic Warlock.” He smiles. “Oh and this is my wife, Bella Flynn. She’s a psychic siren.” I shake hands with Bella as well.

“I’m not mad, Aiden. But from now on, maybe find us a new spot. Something just ours.” His smirk returned, slow and dangerous. “Guess I’ll just have to make it perfect then.” “Good,” I said. “Oh, and by the way? Since Eli and Arnold have claimed the rooftop, you’re officially out of options, Cross.” He leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “That’s fine. I don’t need options. I just need you.” And just like that, my heart was back to working double shifts. Maybe nightmares weren’t so bad after all.

They scrambled for weapons, their eyes wide, their bodies tense. Stop, I said. My voice carried across the chapel, clear and steady. The bond hummed behind me, three heartbeats, three wolves ready to strike if I fell. I am Ravenna, daughter of Kaelen, Luna of the Triad. Marcus is dead. The Lycan King is dead. The war is over. A rogue stepped forward. He was young, barely older than me, his face scarred, his eyes desperate. You killed them, he said. You killed our only hope.

Cross asked No! I am talking about the way you are behaving now. Like for instance she seized your car keys and you didn't say anything. But if it was the Cross my other half he would have cut the person's neck. It's still me. What makes you think it's not me? Cross asked his wolf Well, the person right here now is Lycan Prince Cross, the 41 years lover man. Cross wolf said. You are not serious. Can't you see I even got rewarded with a passionate kiss twice.