Arknights Fanfic Story Novels & Stories

Tanay's love was the GAME of HATE & REVENGE. .. ~•At the MILLER's castle:- Tossing and turning on the bed, Arika was unable to sleep. It was the middle of the night and sleep was far away from her. Her mind was full of dull feelings as her heart was beating rhythmically. Unknowingly her hand reached out to trace her lip which was kissed by Zane not once but twice without her consent. Arika clenched her jaw and wanted to do something bad to him. Her Anger rose and she sat down on the bed.

I said, as my eyes gleamed darker, recalling what deeds he had done with them. I frowned, looking at his shocked face, and declared, “I, Arianna, the princess of Jethula Pack, reject her mate, Spike, the son of the Luna of the Moon Shadow Pack. Hence, we have nothing to do with each other, as we leave by separate paths!” “No... Ah!” he screamed out, trying to stop me from chanting the rejection lines. The pain was tremendous. However, despite the pain, he still didn’t let out the words of rejection. I had no idea why he was trying this hard when he never cherished his chances to correct himself.

"If I didn't already have another woman in my heart, I wouldn't hesitate to claim you." Lagartha's curiosity is piqued as she inquires, "You don't have a mate, so which woman are you referring to?" Arnold chuckles in response, "Who else but Felicity?" This revelation disgusts her, prompting her to push him onto the bed and hover over him. "You need to forget about her, or I will kill her and her mate," she declares flatly. Arnold merely smiles and replies, "If that's the case, perhaps you could make it up to me. What do you think?" He then grips the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their lips meet. Her eyes widen at the sensation of another man's lips against hers. She feels a surg

*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.

He just stared at Arwena, looking as if he pitied her. "Archie!" Arwena called, snapping him out of his daze. “W-what?!” His reaction was delayed. He jumped up, clutching his chest. “Nathan is my nephew?” he asked. Arwena blinked up at her friend, who didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Archie covered his mouth with his hands and started pacing back and forth in front of her. “Tandre is the man I had a one-night stand with. He’s the knight in shining armor I told you about before,” Arwena began, ready to tell him the whole story.

Conan growled inside of him, a mixture of anger and wanting to comfort his mate. “No..No.. Stop.” Alice cried in her sleep, followed by a painful soft scream. As her cries got louder Arkyn couldn't resist, he needed to make her feel better. He pulled her into his arms, pulling her against his chest. She began to fight him. She let out a yell as her hands slammed into his chest over and over. She clawed at his arms. “No! James! No.” She yelled her fingernails digging into Arkyn’s forward arm.

It had been five days since her betrothal. Duncan watched the passion in Arianna and how she put her all into whatever Selene was teaching her. Her dragon was still not fully connected with her—it was a gradual process due to her Alpha blood, according to Selene. More of her hair had turned silver, but Nyra helped dye it to conceal her identity for now. “She will be great,” Lucas said beside him. Duncan, not realizing when his friend had come to stand next to him, didn’t bother glancing his way, keeping his gaze fixed on Arianna talking with her sister.

he asks. I take a deep breath and nod my head, trusting him and knowing he will never do anything to hurt me. He takes my hand in his and slowly and carefully makes a small incision on my palm, then he makes one on his. He takes the knife away and interlocks our injured hands. He smiles and tells me, "I Alexandre LeBlanc the Lycan King allow you Arina DeLuca of the Shadowborne Pack a temporary entry into my mind" he places a kiss on my hand and gestures for me to formally accept "I Arina DeLuca of the Shadowborne Pack accept your temporary link," I say, he smiles "This way, even if we're in different places, we will always be connected." he says placing a kiss on my forehead. "Come on, we ne

Especially when she felt that the young man had pulled his finger out of her womanhood so there was an opportunity for his own tongue to claim his jewel alone. It was as if lightning had struck Ara, closing her eyes to what her boyfriend had done. She didn’t know where she was going to cling because she felt like she was drowning in ecstasy. But despite that, she still tried to find something to hold on to. And it was Daniel's hair is that she found. She clung to it as if it would give her strength even though she also loves the reason why she is feeling so weak now.

she spun around with a smile. "Every wolf here has a sad story about being raped, abused, stolen from their true lives, grieving over lost one who was murdered before them, and many more but Arkane has the saddest story. His painful stories are written under his apparel like words in a book only a language he and his oppressor can understand," Jane's green eyes stared into mine sadly. Arkane returned. Jane and I attention went to him. He was soaked in the rain. I watched Jane as she ran to him.