Black Lagoon Fanfic Novels & Stories

Alpha Gali Blackmoor “If that male is so fond of going au naturel, let his body do a fast streak around Myhill CrestHALL three whole times without a single stitch of fur on his skin,” I command in a freezing tone, staring through the glass at the unconscious Gage Slater.

“By the power of the Moon Goddess and the bond you’ve pledged, I now pronounce you Alpha and Luna of Blackwood Pack. May your rule be strong and your bond unbreakable.” “This was dreadful.” Sebastian sighed exhaustedly beside me. I nodded in agreement, though he couldn’t see. I felt a prickle under my skin, and felt a sense of being watched. I looked around the ballroom until my eyes landed on Lola, shooting me the most unusual look I’ve seen on her face. It’s almost.. happiness. If that’s not enough to make me uncomfortable, I don’t know what is. •••••••••••••••••••••

I questioned, pulling a fiery-tinted dress up to my shoulders. “Yes,” Jessica said as she adjusted the full-length mirror so I could see myself better. I zipped up the tight dress, outlining my every curve. I cringed in pain as the material stuck to my back. Jessica immediately unzipped me. “Your back is still tender,” she gently reminded me. “You’ll need to heal more before we go.” “There are more people in ShadowClaw?” I asked. “There are four big shots in the pack. Three of them are villainous and shady, Arthur being the most notorious. Then there is one who is more ethical.”

She walked closer to the sink, opening it and washing her hands. "I have to wash my hands because of your filthy skin." She sneered. "Open your eyes Kayla, the only filthy thing here is you." I spat out. "You are just jealous, Laila. because when I'm done, I will be the one standing beside him as Luna, and together we will rule this pack together." She said, "You being Luna?" I heard Kieran scoff coming close to us. "Well, maybe in your afterlife."

My voice cracked like a haunted flute. My palms were sweating so bad I almost dropped my own hands. I don’t even know what that means, but that’s how it felt. Raina was chewing her gum slower now, like she was enjoying this way too much. “Yup. Lucian Blackthorne is technically… kind of… possibly… maybe bonded.” And I just— I could not breathe. My entire chest caved in. My brain started glitching like I’d been unplugged from reality and someone was trying to reboot me with a potato. I started shaking my head so hard my ponytail hit me in the face.

But mostly… curious. What would those fingers feel like on me? What would it be like to be the girl he’s touching? I shake the thought away. He’s Lucas Black. The guy who’s slept with half the cheer squad. I’m just the nerdy good girl assigned to keep him eligible for basketball. Nothing more. But that night, when I’m alone in bed, my hand slips between my legs as I replay what I saw. And for the first time, the fantasy has a face. Grey eyes.

"Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground." She got a very specific look on her face that meant she wanted to argue about Tyson specifically and was stopping herself. "That's different..." "Is it?" I tilted my head. "It's...." She stopped. "That's not what we're talking about." "Sure we're not." I rolled my eyes. "We're talking about your situation." She pointed at me. "Well at least you shaved a few days ago so you weren't completely unprepared for the universe's plan."

Lyessa demands louder, pulling her friend forward. "Zafira... she went into the private upper den logs with a strange rogue male," Vaelira stutters, holding her breath as she sneaks a nervous, lustful glance at Vickon’s massive chest tracks. "Their pelts are... doing that filthy, unfaithful thing right now under your roof, Alpha Blackwynd." "Oh?" Vickon’s deep, velvet growl rumbles from his throat, a sudden weight filling the air that makes everyone's chest tighten like a tightening noose.

His fingers stilled mid-stroke on my nipples. “I don't want her being an obstacle,” I continued, my gaze fixed on the ceiling. “She has some resemblance to Alina. She might just be a distraction to Rowan... and I can't tolerate that.” His lips, which had been grazing my skin just moments before, sharply left me. He jerked back as if burned, brows knitted in disbelief. “Are you crazy?” His voice was edged with fire, snapping at me like a whip. “She’s the goddamn Luna of Lucian Blackwood. He would kill anyone who so much as takes a strand from her hair. I heard he doesn't joke with what is his.”

“The legendary lycan Alpha, Kennis Blackwell, is coming to our territory. He’s seeking a young woman between the ages of 20 and 24 to become his Luna.” Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I felt the flicker of dread take root in my chest. Kennis Blackwell, his name alone, stirred dark thoughts and fear in every soul present. An ancient beast who had survived centuries, he was infamous for his ruthless nature and refusal to take another mate after losing his. Why, then, was he interested in a Luna now?