Arcane Male Oc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Evan said with a smile beaming on his face. Alaric couldn't stop the growl that rose from his chest. He yanked his arm from the stupid Omega’s grasp and stood, glaring at him. “You will never be even a sliver of what my Goddess-given mate is to me! If you think I'll love you you're kidding yourself, and so is your fucked up father!” Alaric growled, and the next moment, he was lying on the ground with Aldrich standing over him.

Elias froze, his chest tightening as though an iron band had snapped shut around his ribs. His father blinked. “Prince Kael Viren? The crowned Lycan prince of Pennsylvania?” Zane leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. His smile widened, cruel and triumphant. “The very same. You see, your dear Elias was… very close with him. More than friends, I’d say. In fact…” His eyes shifted deliberately to Elias, savoring the moment like a predator about to pounce. “…they were lovers.” The air shattered.

In this hidden oasis of desire, I ached for the convergence of our deepest longings, where vulnerability and passion meld, creating a symphony of unspoken ecstasy. I cooed as we both mated deeply. When I was with it with an Aryan I always forget about all my sorrows and pain. I woke up the next morning feeling enigmatic because of a scent. I rose and waggled towards the entrance of my compound gate and saw a man standing with his pack. Oberon, Hailey Shaw and Blythe were about to impugn on them in defence but Aryan acted enigmatically. "Brother," He said as his eyes popped open facing the man standing before us all with a few members in his pack.

Hunter muttered. It took a few moments for Janus to collect himself. He was speechless. “I’m sorry, Rowan. I would rather you to have been his father. You must believe me.” Rowan ignored her. Janus’s cronies came forward to gawp at Arno. “Magister, he’s your spitting image!” the male witch said, walking around the stunned young man. “So handsome.” The female witch gushed, smiling at him. “Who the hell are you people?” Arno demanded; his dark brows knitted together.

I had no idea who was who. Beside me Morgana spoke, “That’s me over there walking up.” She pointed at a beautiful blonde woman with golden highlights and a few pinkish red highlights. She glided gracefully towards three men playing in the middle of the field. “The older man was my father. There the blonde guy, that’s a younger Alaric. And true to today’s Dominic, the male just there giving off the whole I am a bad boy aurora is Dominic.” We move closer to where the younger Morgana stood. Oh boy my hormones must be kicking in because watching Alaric and Dominic run around shirtless all sweaty muscles glistening in the sun light, I am over here drooling.

I stuttered. "I Kayden Enzo of the paxon pack reject you Olivia Gael as my mate and Luna of my pack.." he said with no emotion. "What!!"

“Idiot.” He grinned. “Why not? You have an active bond you do not want. They are the ones that manage that kind of thing.” “What I need is for you to stop grilling me,” I retorted, “and go chase your fill of women like you planned, while I stay here regretting the evening I canceled to attend this circus.” Alaric paused, studying me with unnerving focus. To the point that it started to draw attention. “What?” I snapped. “You know,” he said slowly, “you are lucky you are not older. If you were over three thousand, starving yourself like this with that blackened heart and ice-cold soul of yours, you would be walking a very thin line toward feral madness by now.”

He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged. He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tight as he finally succumbed to the darkness. The dim room was not as empty as it seemed. Shadows danced in the corners, concealing a figure that stared with hungry, malevolent eyes. Malachor, a demon prince, had been watching, his form cloaked in darkness, his lust growing with each torturous moment. He had seen Aron's brutal claiming, heard Eve's cries of pain and pleasure, and felt his darkness stir. His imagination ran wild, picturing himself in Aron's place.

I murmured and cleared my throat and wiped sweat of my forehead… “Who was you father?” Draco abruptly questioned in between Oceano had his eyes locked on Draco face when he said “Aalto” I saw a visible pain lingering in Oceano eyes upon mentioning of his father simultaneously there was also a pain seen on Draco face… which even was seen by Oceano… A sudden tension raised up in our surrounding a both Dragon shifter remained eye locked with each other with sadden eyes……. As they were speaking I unknowingly caught a glimpse of something that looked like a dark blood patch growing on Ocean right thigh…

All talk but no show. Marcus blanched, his eyes darting toward the door almost as if sensing my presence. He saw me and color drained from his face until he looked like he was about to faint. The drunk man didn't notice. He was too busy enjoying the sound of his own voice. “And don't get me started on his family. That little brat of his—Aria? I saw her at the gala. She’s getting older. Developing nicely. In a few years, she’ll be the perfect little pawn. Maybe I’ll even take her for a spin myself once we’ve stripped her daddy of his—”