Black Lagoon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she breathed. Black had positioned her so that her chest was against the mattress. Then he had gotten down on all fours himself and firmly gripped his Luna's upper thighs. With avidity, he had begun to lick the crotch of the young woman to prepare it to receive him. Bianca wanted to move. Her body wanted to follow the movements of her soul mate's tongue on her sensitive part. She had to close her eyes when she felt him nibble her little lips and spread them further with his tongue. She moaned again when he started to nibble her button of nerves.

The nightmare always ends the same way. Lila on her knees in the mud. Rain plastering her hair to her skull, dripping down her face indistinguishable from tears. The silver cord inside her chest ripping apart fiber by fiber, a sensation like being flayed from the inside out while still breathing. Lucian's voice, flat as a blade: *"I, Lucian Blackwood, Alpha-heir of the Mooncrest Pack, hereby reject you, Lila Winstone, as my fated mate. You are released from the bond. You are released from the pack. You are released from my protection."*

However, Killian continued to mock and insult her, his eyes devoid of any remorse. Yifa shut her eyes tightly, placing a hand over her chest in an attempt to still the rapid thumping of her heart. It was merely a dream, an illusion she needed to dismiss. Once she regained her composure, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The room enveloping her was adorned in a deep shade of navy blue, housing an expansive king-sized bed. It bore a striking resemblance to Killian 's quarters, complete with a walk-in closet, a spacious bathroom, and a bookshelf crammed with literature and trinkets. Yifa didn't have to exert much mental effort to deduce that this was Black 's domain. The walls were ad

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The drive to Black Water took almost three hours and Layla, having had only two hours sleep, drifted in and out of sleep while Gray sat beside her typing on his laptop. They had barely spoken for most of the trip after he had tried to make conversation but she had made it clear that she wasn’t in the mood for small talk. He glanced surreptitiously at her now, wondering what on earth Blake was up to sending his only daughter as a peace offering to his archenemy. The girl was barely eighteen and looked like a stiff breeze would blow her over and yet, she had a steely resolve and conviction, that made her stronger than she looked.

PRESENT DAY… KAILIN BLACKWOOD Kailin was wrapped in fear. He tried not to show it, but as the image of the scene outside and thoughts of Aspen’s death ran through his mind, he became weakened in front of the Lycan Queen. And she instantly caught on, and that caused her lips to form a smirk.

It was a scream—a child’s scream that echoed through the spirit-link with such force that Silas and Lyra both collapsed to their knees. "Kaelen!" Lyra shrieked, her mask cracking from the force of her aura’s sudden explosion. The bond flared white-hot. In a flash of violet and gold, they saw a vision of the Blackwood Keep. The black glass cage had been shattered. But not by Hokan.

Alisha's POV Orathe glanced at Gray and me with a somewhat serious expression and asked, "Can someone explain to me why you both went to Black Furies seeking revenge, and after returning, Alisha suddenly decided to be with that... Lo...Lo' Gray interjected, "Louie, Louie Blancato, from Deep Moon."

Chapter one Rejected Elena Pov "I, Blake Blackwood, future Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack rejects you, Elena Reynolds as my fated mate and future Luna". "Ugh.. - " I gasped and groaned as blinding pain ripped through me sending me collapsing to the ground. I clenched my chest tightly and my heart leaped almost out of my chest. I couldn't breathe. The ground felt like it had been ripped off from under me and tears burned my eyes.

I just sit there watching Lugh Nightbane put one hand on the back of my sister‘s seat and the seconds just pass; the terrible things simply happen silently, mercilessly, while others watch. “I, Alpha Lugh Nightbane,” he speaks and his voice is even different now rougher, ‘like it costs something, “refuse you, Ayla BlackFang, as my destined mate.” Bond tears. It doesn‘t fade, or pull, softly loose. It tears a ripping feeling deep in my chest, somewhere behind my ribs, and I feel my wolf scream, in a register that has nothing to do with sound. My vision goes white at the edges. I clench the armrest so tightly that the wood bruises my hand. I don‘t make a sound. I keep it in, denying my instinc