Ao3 Moana Novels & Stories

she asked, trying to peek inside. "Don't." Riley spread his arms like a human shield. Valery ducked under his elbow before he could react. Derrick's laughter died mid-chuckle as she froze in the doorway. Naomi from the volleyball team scrambled for her blouse in a flash. Derrick buttoned his shirt with infuriating calm. "Val, babe-" "Don't." Her voice emerged steadier than she felt. "How long?" "It’s not what you think," Derrick said casually. " It's physical, nothing more. Naomi's just a substitute."

“Don’t you ‘Leo’ me. You guys gonna get married and one day she is going to catch you shifting? Or better yet, she is gonna see you have a double life living with another woman? How is that going to go? Or got forbid you get her pregnant and your pup has their first shift!” Owen growled. “I know! I know but I want to make it work! She is my mate! She was chosen for me! It doesn’t happen often but it does and I refuse to reject her just because of that!” Suddenly, I started to laugh. My earlier conversation with Auri coming back in my mind. “We have been too closed off. Our pack has been too closed off from the rest of the world for too long and the moon goddess is forcing us to move forward.

"Again? That can't happen. Omegas only go through one cycle of heat like that. Something is wrong with her." "The Mooncrest Omega bond is different, Blaze," Kai informed him, stepping closer, his eyes scanning Rhea's shaking form with an analytical intensity still tinged with worry. "The journal mentions many waves, especially where the bond is unstable or not fully formed. It's the body's last-ditch effort to push the bond forward, to try to stabilize it." Rhea's knees started to give way. "I can't. I can't stand."

I looked at Moana. She didn't look down at the crag lord with hatred, nor did she flinch at the sight of eighty silver-tipped pikes gleaming in the pale winter light. She raised her right hand, her bare palm open to the sky, the raw cut across her skin completely healed into a thin, silver scar that pulsed with a faint, golden light. "Blow the caps," she commanded softly. Kaelen didn't hesitate. He struck a flint against the iron wedge, a single, brilliant spark catching the end of the hemp fuse. The fire raced down into the granite crack with a sharp, hissing snap, disappearing into the dark heart of the ice shelf.

Her perspective towards Triana started to change. Triana sat down beside her and said, "I know you have a crush on Blaze. But he is my mate. You should stop thinking about him." Moana hung her head down, fighting the urge to cry. "You are young, Moana," Triana continued, taking her hands to hers. "You are beautiful. I believe you have a long line of men who like you. You should concentrate on them rather than Blaze. You'll find your mate this way." Moana was not sure why she felt rejuvenated the minute Triana took her hands in hers. She had the sensation that her body's pain had significantly diminished. It was as if Triana had cast a healing spell on her.

Moan" he interrupted, f**king her faster than ever. Her boobs were dancing to his thrusts. He pulled out his rod from her and immediately dipped his face right there, impatient to drink her juice. Oceana tears filled the room as anger started building and raging inside her. Lord Benedict spanked her boobs hardly, and Oceana let out a moan of agony. This was just too much for her to bear and this made her remember the day she was tied up to a chair and watched as her father punished her sweet mum. ' so this is how it feels?, This was the pains my mum was passing through?, Forcing a woman against her own will, just because of power? I've finally made up my mind, I swear I will kill everyone an

“Is the Alpha she was talking about. We ate dinner and got to talking. He was about to tell me his name when there was an explosion. We ran out of the dining room just in time for another explosion to go off. That’s when I got sucked back and came back to reality.” “Holy shit. That’s ridiculously crazy!” Louise all but screamed. “I’m glad my visions are not like that. I also got to thinking that is it possible to have two oracle in the same pack? I know the moon goddess said that together we are stronger but is it possible that we are meant to not be in the same pack?” She asked solemnly. “I don’t know Louise. This scares me almost as bad as it does you. I wish we could talk to the guys.”

“You had been good to me but you are also cruel to play with our fates. You gave me the right person, but not at the right time. If there would be another life would you give us another chance to be together? To finally love one another like what he wanted? With no more secrets, no more betrayals, that we will only love each other with all we have?” Morrigan heaved a sigh as she continues to walk toward the center of the pool. Her black nightdress is heavy from being submerged in the water, her hair floating like a black veil that is being dragged on the surface. “Nevertheless, I am thankful for him. For making me feel loved, for making me feel that I am worthy of being one. I had never regr

Moana’s POV The air in the forest was so cold it felt like needles on my skin. I stood in the dark shadows, my back against a large pine tree as my hands shook. They were covered in small scars from years of hard work, because I had spent the whole day cleaning and scrubbing floors at Elder Rodrigo's house. The smell of the cleaning polish was still on my fingers, stinging the little cuts on my skin. In the Blackthorn Pack, I was a ghost. My name is Moana Ashclaw, but nobody called me that. To them, I was just a servant girl. I was the girl who lived in the cold cellar and ate the leftovers from the dogs.

Moana's wary eyes mirrored all the fear and uncertainty that I felt—the responsibilities weighing in on us. Gobsmacked, I just drew her into my arms, enclosing her thin frame with my own limbs, touching but not clutching. Our lips smashed together in a sudden, desperate, bursting kiss; all that was above was forgotten. There was only the heat of two bodies touching, the rhythm of their hearts beating together in tenuous harmony. Moana's hand brushed up my chest, her fingertips tracing the outline of my face so softly it belied the harsh reality that was soon to be a part of our lives. "I'm scared, Theophilus," she whispered above the hum of activity, hardly above audibility.