Black Lagoon Fanfic Novels & Stories

Her touches praised my body, working it in ways only a woman would know. In the heat of passion, Liam guided Petra onto the bed, holding my hand behind him. He laid Petra on the bed, parting her legs with his fingers. Petra made sure I wouldn't feel left out, beckoning me towards her with her finger. “Come here, Black Cat.” She moaned as Liam began to circle the entrance of her wet lips with his dick. For the briefest of moments, jealousy creeped inside of me, pausing Liam as the head of dick pressed against her entrance, ready to enter. But then Petra's light magic evolved me, literally traveling me onto the bed above her.

Damn it! The lurching effect repeated itself from scratch but it was rather unfortunate, Liza's control mechanism was of no use this time around. She scurried to hit land before her mess to no avail and all she heard before disappearing into oblivion were the gasps of disgust from customers down stage. ~••~ 'Do you like it?' He asked after revealing her earlier blindfolded eyes to a perfectly emblemed turquoise room. 'Oh,' she paused, 'I-I love it.'

Laura gasped softly. Tingles flowed from skin to skin. Laura saw a bright light flash around them. When it settled, the world appeared in black and white. Something cold swiped on the bitten spot. She heard a grunt as Kai thrust into her again and again, intent on ensuring that she took all his cum. When the wave of pleasure settled, Kai rested his weight on his elbow and nestled his face in the crook of Laura's neck... A mark resided there.

Layla Lightborn's POV I could still remember the first year I was accepted into the Blackwood Pack. Moonlight streamed through my window, turning my messy desk into a silver jungle. Outside, the pines whispered secrets in the wind. Every night, it was the same - me, Layla Lightborn, curled up with a book, lost in dreams too good to be true. Those dreams were of Magnus, Alpha Thor Blackwood's son. Magnus was strong, confident, his eyes holding the mysteries of the night, and I loved him from a distance. I never told him about my feelings because he had a girlfriend, Mia.

His bare feet swept the concrete floor as he walked around to stand before Alfos. Two servants rushed over and dabbed the water droplets away from his body before tying a neat robe around Draco. “Leave us,” Draco waved away everybody in the bathhouse. Once it was just him and Alfos, Draco let out. “I have a new mate.” Surprised, Alfos drew back a bit, inspecting Draco with skeptical eyes. “A new mate? That’s impossible…” “I know, right? But I felt it last night. A black lycan broke into the tavern in the estate. I didn’t get to catch it on time, but I felt the bond.”

He shifted back, breath heaving. “Cassian,” he growled. “We ride for the palace. Now.” Without hesitation, the Lycans mounted their horses and rode into the night. If the Black Fang had touched a single hair on his mate’s head— He would burn the entire world down. _________________________________ Lillian’s breath came in sharp bursts, her muscles screaming, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The palace halls were littered with the bodies of Black Fang assassins, but more kept coming. Their dark cloaks blended with the flickering torchlight, their weapons glinting as they advanced.

The two wolves circled each other, snarling and growling, the air filled with the scent of blood and fear. And then with a single, swift motion, the newcomer struck, sinking his teeth into the black wolf’s neck. The black wolf howled in pain, then slumped to the ground dead. I stared in shock at the scene before me. Who was this newcomer, who had come to my aid? And what would become of me now? The newcomer turned to me, and I saw his eyes glowing in the moonlight. They were a deep rich blue eyes like the ocean on a clear night.

Talis’s POV The moon’s cold kiss grazes my bare knees as they sink into the damp earth, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. I’m kneeling in a forest clearing, surrounded by the Blackshaw pack, my new mate’s piercing iceblue eyes pinning me from across the circle. Dayne Blackshaw, my stepbrother and the ruthless alpha I’m now bound to, watches me with a hunger that makes my wolf stir, a forbidden spark igniting where fear and fury collide.

He reached into his indigo sash with his left hand and pulled out a small, old iron fan that was inlaid with black glass runes the Shield of the Kurogane. He snapped the fan open with a sharp, metallic click. The moment Laila’s sapphire-blue blades struck the iron fan, a massive shockwave of black mist and silver fire erupted between them, the force of the spiritual collision shattering the stone pavers beneath their boots into a fine, gray dust. Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England.

His dark skin gleamed under the moonlight, powerful muscles rippling as he approached with silent, predatory grace. Lila didn’t hesitate. Her voice was low and trembling with need. “I don’t want gentle. I want you to break me.” Zahir’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. In one fluid motion, he grabbed her by the throat, lifted her off the ground, and slammed her down onto the wide marble edge of the pool. The smooth, cool stone pressed hard against her back, a shocking contrast to the warm desert air, making her gasp as the chill seeped into her skin. He ripped the sheer robe off her body in one violent motion, leaving her completely naked. The warm breeze immediately kissed her exposed skin, te