Bolt Fanfic Novels & Stories

I swallowed nervously and paused as he began writing on the document. "Faelon's mother is a hybrid. Do you know Raven Volkov?" He inquired curiously and I shrugged. "I know a Zurac Volkov from the blood wars,'' I replied and Lucifer nodded telling me that Zurac was Faelon's grandfather and my eyes widened. Zurac had a fire wolf but that didn't explain Faelon's odd gifts. So I asked curiously, "How does Faelon have wings and blue bolts instead of flames?" Lucifer chuckled looking at Kasin.

Bolt whimpered which only fuelled the flames to possess him. However, the moment was ruined when Rhys pulled Bolt out of my arms and growled, smacking a file on my chest. My rage knew no bounds when I saw him slide his arm around Bolt’s waist and stake his claim on my mate non verbally. “Here is your investigation file on me. I am innocent. I had no malicious intent to blow up the pack house. I love Nox and Bolt, and I would never do anything to ruin my chance with the Beta. He is my chosen mate,” Rhys claimed.

Bob slammed down the can on the Kitchen Island causing the brown liquid inside to fly out of the top. “Enough! There is nothing going on between me and Mary-Jane. Can you not see the lies your daughter makes up by now? All those horrible things she wrote about Savannah in the article? You really believe anything she says? Honestly…I knew not having a male figure in her life would affect her, but I had no idea how utterly screwed up she’d be. You’ve been too soft Carla! And now she’s running rings around you!”

Another gentleman of the council suggested. “Unfortunately Alpha Fletcher's continued insults to my mate and me have ensured the Iron River pack's refusal to work with the Wind Winder pack for the foreseeable future. And if I need to choose, I choose my mate. You should understand the sanctity of the mate bond better than anyone, Fletcher.” I smirked. “Motherfucker!” Fletcher growled as he leapt towards me. “As much as I would enjoy another match, I think we are both aware who would win, would we not?” I taunted my former bully. “Spare yourself the embarrassment and leave peacefully, while you still can.”

The Lycan. “No,” I whisper, feeling my heart break. It’s not true. I’m not his Mate. Lia was his mate… but as my eyes dart back to him I can feel it, the Mate-bond, it’s already settling inside me as if it’s always been there. My legs tremble from more than just the drugs in my system. It’s hard to stand. Hard to even think. “…We have your Mate. And we expect to be well compensated for it.” Fangboy continues.

I couldn’t take her annoying words and that was the moment I snapped. “You seem to be enjoying your new role as Salvatore Moreti’s wife,” I said, my voice a razor. “Almost like you’ve been training your whole life to be a trophy on his shelf. Or maybe a stepmother fetishist?” Her face twitched. Barely. But I saw it. That flash of pain. Of guilt. It was gone in a blink, but I’d already seen it. Good. I wanted to hurt her. Just a little. Just enough to remind her I was still inside her.

"Why don't you leave her, and me, alone?" Brian was not used to anyone smaller than him standing up to him, particularly not someone like Michael. He jabbed his finger into Michael's chest, making the smaller boy stagger back. "You gonna make me?" It was a show of strength, not really a threat. In the part of his brain that was being rational, the part that was, in fact, sensing Brian's surface thoughts, Michael knew that Brian would not push it to a fight. Unfortunately, several other parts of Michael's brain were acting on years of suppressed anger at being pushed around by oafs like Brian Graham. His hand shot forward, palm open, so that the heel of his hand struck Brian squarely in the b

The blonde rolled her eyes and leaned against Lycidas, who was turning white and red at the same time. "I am flattered and you're going to hell, Lucas." She poked her index finger at my chest. I knew she wanted to stab me with something else. Girls want to do that when you fuck them and can't remember their names. "Father is waiting for you, Lucas." Lycidas pointed at the other side of the living room. I gave him a faint smile with disdain and was about to walk away, but he grabbed my arm. "And one more thing in case you're still alive tomorrow. I know you can't get enough of me, but stop sending your fucking minion following me around. Next time try sending a monkey. I'm sure a monkey will

Aldric Stormfang’s face turned as dark as a storm-wracked night sky. Standing amidst the silent tension of the hall, he glared at Selene Thorncroft and spat coldly, "Is there any point in dragging these buried bones into the open now? Bastian is cold on his mortuary slab. Are you trying to drive my mother into a feral frenzy too?"

“Really? I bring you your best friends and you’re going to play cold Alpha? Cut the bull.” “Clayton? Brantley?” Thane said in disbelief. Before any of us could say anything, Brantley growled. “MATE!” he said, looking straight at Bentley. “Fuck my life! My tormentor of all time is my mate?” Bentley whined. Hurt flashed in my best friend’s eyes but he must’ve realized that she had every right to say that. She wasn’t exactly his biggest fan even when we were kids. “Where did you find them?” I asked Titus.