Arcane Male Oc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Emaline let out a high-pitched squeal and a low moan as Alaric skillfully manipulated her clitoris while bobbing his impressive member. "I'm going in, love. This p*ssy will soon be mine, too. Everything you possess is now mine," he declared, his voice low and menacing. "Your body, your mind, your heart, and even this little p*ssy of yours". Emaline let out a raspy, guttural moan as she eagerly awaited the entrance of her lover's impressive member into the welcoming warmth of her femininity. Alaric's naked member lay against the moist opening. He released his colossal member at last.

Anaria jerked her head sideways to cast one last look over her shoulder toward her friend. "Fine, you want to watch a little longer? At least make it worth my while. Put your hand on my cock." Gorlann guided Anaria's left hand to his erection. She began idly pumping his shaft in one enclosed fist while she watched her friend for what she knew might be the last time. What she saw next disturbed her; Shinatri's mouth disengaged from Wulfkar. She sat up straight now, arching her back as her cunt violently humped his cock. Her palms slid reverently along Wulfkar's chest. She moaned with a loud, primal feminine need that sailed far into the night while that same eldritch moon painted Shinatri's g

I knew I couldn't leave now, they'd want me to be a part of those that served the lycan. I watched him leave to go be with my uncle, his cold dark eyes still in my head when he had looked at me. His lashes weren't long, but they were so thick, it almost looked artificial. His shaved face had a small stubble growing in and he was about six feet four. His pink lips were the juiciest I'd ever known, he was better looking than every man I'd seen in my life's what could I expect when he was the lycan. I rejoined the omegas in the kitchen and only returned back to the event when they were done with arranging the meals. I took my position in the corner I'd been and watched everything going on aroun

As I thought of standing behind him, he twirled me around, I fell into his lap. Now that's what he had been plotting about. “Is that not supposed to be inappropriate, Mr. Alaric. For the goddess' sake, she is married to Luna.” Alpha Marc groveled in a thick voice. “I wanted to say that you're groveling like an animal, but we are all animals, right? So what the hell is wrong with you? I'm not restricting your meal, or am I?” Alaric questioned with all the nonchalant attitude he could muster.

--- Elowen's POV Next morning the hallway buzzed with the faint chatter of students, but it all faded into a dull hum when my eyes caught sight of him—Alaric. The man who had turned my world upside down. He leaned casually against the wall, exuding his signature arrogance. His piercing amber eyes locked on me the moment I appeared, dark and predatory. I steeled my spine and stepped forward. My heart thundered in my chest, but I masked the chaos inside me with a cool expression. Revenge was a dish best served cold, after all. And I intended to savor every moment of this.

, she pushes open a door to the hiss of machines and furnaces,- "you better finish this, old man!" An older orc was bent near the furnace, his hand holding some contraception that seemed to move and whirr like it had a heart. An eagle-owl sat beside him, silently observing the fire. As the trio entered the room, the old man stood up, and turned to face them. He removed his glasses, and Aelanor gasped inwardly as the whites in his blind eyes shone brilliantly in the dark.

Owen inhaled deeply and said in his mind, startled, "Where did he disappear?" The loud cheers and hooting of the Lycans, especially female Lycans pierced his ears drawing his attention from the window of the Lycan Lucas' room to the Lycan Guests sitting on the chairs as an audience. Owen faked a wide smile while he glared at those Lycan Guests and snarled in her mind, "Have they gone f*cking mad or what? What's wrong with them? Stop screaming you b*stards!!"

I said for the third and last time, confirming my rejection with the pain in my heart. “I, Dean Willows, Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, accept your rejection.” He said, realizing he had no choice but to do so. My mind was made up. I felt excruciating pain in my chest as soon as he accepted the rejection. I could feel our ties coming off. I turned to leave immediately. Unexpectedly, Vivien, who had been enjoying the drama unfolding and was happy to witness our unmating, rushed to my side and gently took my arm. “Arianna , please don’t do this, listen to Alpha Dean and stay. Why did you have to reject him as your mate?"

“Alright, Noah. You have my permission. Do it.” Noah stepped forward, his gaze locking with Otsana’s. She seemed to understand what was happening, and after a moment, she gave a small nod. “Go ahead,” she whispered, her voice weak but steady. Noah took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. “I, Noah Ashford, Lycan King, reject you, Otsana Grey, as my mate.” The words hung in the air, heavy and final. Otsana winced slightly, her hand clutching her chest, but she didn’t cry. Instead, she looked up at Noah with a calm determination. “Thank you,” she said softly.

I said looking at my room and that's when he appeared, a sexy man with red hair like burning fire and grey eyes like thunderbolts, he was gorgeous and for a moment I regretted choosing Lanox as my mate and future victim. "May I introduce myself beautiful, I am Count Owen of Caranthir and until recently your sister Faith's betrothed, until that dog came between us." "Don't tell me you're that poor schmuck that got jilted at the altar" I said laughing at him. Owen came closer and placed his hand on my neck tightly, "Make no mistake witch, you are not as powerful as you think, the darkness is in me too, think about it together we could do wonders." said Owen and the truth his plan was growing o