Alien Fanfic Novels & Stories

Crimson calls out to me, making me frown. I find myself standing on the edge of a cliff... the cliff I've always lived on. In the water below... floats the people I've grown to love... including the two that annoy me most. "Has our little minx got cold feet?" Levi taunts, with a deep chuckle. "Not the Temptress, herself." Damien retorts, smirking devilishly. "Join us, Angel! The water's just right." Salem encourages with a smile. "I'll catch you, I promise, Baby girl!" Lucien states, holding his arms out for me.

Alyse Pov The iron bars of the dungeon didn't just hold me in; they reminded me that I was a ghost. After Alaeric walked away, the silence in the cell felt like a lead weight. His words looped in my head like a curse. A mistake I cannot afford. I do not accept you as my Luna. First Kayden. Now him. I leaned my head against the cold stone and closed my eyes, refusing to let a single tear fall. I was done crying for men who didn't want me.

“Imagining you're fucking Hell. He's a male like you, for the Goddess' sake. Why don't you imagine you're fucking Angel? She's a female." “Because with Hell I still haven't completed the Matebond. It's for him that I yearn. And it's for me that Hell whines for.” “The big scary Fury is very gay” – Alex says, shaking his head. “It was you who wanted this trio. You're the one pretending that matebond isn't calling you. It wasn't my choice to add Micky to this relationship. I accept your decision. Now take responsibility and do what you have to do. Suck his cock and give him your virgin ass.”

*Aria* Rumors had a way of making everything louder. Every glance lingered a little longer. Every whispered conversation seemed to cut off a heartbeat too late when I walked by. The letter from Reynold’s Crossing sat folded in my pocket like a hot coal, its words burned into my brain. *Two Alphas circle the same moon.* *A cursed Alpha. A human Luna. A Nightfang wolf who wants her for himself.* Some itinerant traders had put our lives into a tavern story, and now strangers were drinking to it.

“Then she crawled into bed asking if something was wrong with her. I told her maybe a threesome would help me love her more and she actually considered it. Offered to bring in the same women I already cheated on her with few months ago.” Every word sliced deeper. Because he knew exactly what hurt me most. The orphan girl in me who still wanted people to love her even conditionally. “She’d do anything to keep me,” Tyler continued casually. “Total doormat. If she wasn’t your daughter, she’d never be good for me as Luna.” The velvet ring box slipped from my numb fingers and hit the marble floor with a sharp crack. Silence. Tyler’s head snapped violently toward the doorway, his entire body going

he whispers, lips touching my jaw, as he presses a soft kiss under the lobe of my ear. A cold shiver rushes down my spine and I feel like my knees are about to give in. His chest presses against my back and I lean against him a little. His hand moves over my waist, coming up over my chest, before collaring my neck and forcing my head backwards. “You’re mine, Madelaine. You’re a Lyall now. Luna of Titan’s Heart Pack. And you will help me bring glory to the empire I am about to gain -” My head is painfully leaned backwards but I don’t dare to protest. I swallow harshly and when I feel his lips brush over the corner of my lips I press them together in a thin line, refusing to kiss him, despite

“Baby, has your father discussed with you the mafia rules concerning getting a female pregnant especially when it involves a mafia princess?” A young staff member opens the door and serves Andros his request as she stares at him with hearts in her eyes. Analina notices and gives her the infamous death glare. “Sorry miss.” She says as she blushes as she stares at him again before leaving the room. “If I don’t end up firing her I may just end up killing the bitch.” She says in anger. “Just so you know angel, I only have eyes for you.” He says with love in his voice and eyes.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

POV: DALIAH "Let me go!" I scream, my voice filled with desperation and anger, directed at whoever has a tight grip on my shoulder. As I turn to face my captor, shock courses through my veins, for it is none other than Dylan, the son of the Alpha — my secret crush and the one I was destined to be with. "You will be punished for what you've done. Do you even comprehend who Eunice is?" His fingers constrict around my neck, cutting off my air supply, and my vision blurs. "She is My Luna."