Bones Fanfic Novels & Stories

I can't help but be drawn to him, and I reach out to touch his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath my fingers. Typhon's eyes darken with desire, and he leans in to capture my lips with his. Our kiss is sweet, yet filled with pent-up longing. His rough hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer. I can feel Cana's approval in my mind, ‘Yes, Jonas, this is what we want.’ Our mouths move in perfect sync, tongues teasing and exploring. Cana's presence in my mind adds another layer to the experience, his joy and satisfaction mingling with my own. Typhon's hands roam over my back, and I shiver at the sensation, my body aching for more.

Frank died because he was too slow in his escape attempt, and this had nothing to do with Fane! Although Nelson did not know Fane well, they were disciples from the same pavilion. Theo was causing them problems on purpose, and it happened without any reason. "Senior Brother Theo, you’re going too far," spoke Nelson, his voice audibly stern. "My Junior Brother Fane is unrelated to Frank; they just happened to be allies for a brief moment."

“Wonderful. The apocalypse brought snacks.” Finn glared at him. “You’re not funny.” “I’m not trying to be,” Lucian replied. “I’m trying to keep you alive. Big difference.” Finn *****Midnight — Beneath the Blood Moon***** The moon burned above us. I could feel it pulling at something inside me, like my bones were humming. “My chest hurts,” I told Fia. “Like something is clawing its way out.” She took my hands. “It’s the bond. Not just between us. Between fate.”

"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 do a better job than your fucking gay friend." I slapped gently on my brother's face and smirked, "First of all, I don't know that he's gay. Did he come out of the closet after he sees your pretty face? I don't blame him, brother. If you weren't my brother, I would have fucked a pretty boy like you long ago. Second, I'll need Damian back in one piece." Lycidas stepped back and slapped my hand. He looked like a pretty girl when he was pissed, with his rose-pink cheeks and tears in his eyes.

Reduced to a mere maid by her wicked stepmother, Elara’s only hope for escape was her fated mate, Alpha Ryker. But on the morning of their wedding, she is framed for dark magic, brutally rejected, and replaced by her evil stepsister. ​Banished, penniless, and shockingly pregnant with Ryker’s twins, Elara thinks her life is over. ​She couldn't be more wrong. ​Elara isn’t a cursed omega. Her silver hair is the mark of the Moon Wolves, a legendary, ancient bloodline of healers. Hunted for her rare blood, she is captured and sold to the Obsidian Lycan Empire to serve Prince Cassian, a dangerously powerful but cursed Lycan who descends into maddening hysteria. ​Only Elara’s dormant magic can

"Then come and get me." Rourke stared at me for a long moment. Then he laughed. "The half-blood has teeth," he said. "Let's see if they're sharp enough." He lunged. --- We fought on the ice, beneath the stars, beneath the lights that danced across the sky like fire. We fought with claws and teeth, with strength and will, with everything we had and everything we were. And somewhere in the chaos, I felt the bond pulse. Felt Stellan's strength flowing through me, felt his love lifting me, felt his hope burning brighter than any prophecy, any war, any choice.

"I can feel your heart, Phineas. I know you're in there. But it’s cold. It’s like looking into a grave. Let me back in. Please." Phineas finally looked at him. He didn't pull his arm away. He let it hang there, limp in Lucian’s grasp. "You’re delusional. You’re talking about ghosts." "I'm talking about the bond!" Lucian stepped closer, his chest heaving. The scent of him—leather, rain, and that sharp, metallic tang of Alpha pheromones—filled the narrow hallway. "The fated bond. It’s supposed to heal us. I know I f**ked up. I know I was a monster. But the string is still there. I can feel the tug in my chest every time you breathe. Don't tell me you don't feel it too."

Less so, when Bast was gone. “Cats?” Lucien shuddered. “Clawed beasts.” “She pets them.” “That is what most do…” “Never has she touched me like that!” He spat. Despite my efforts. “You want her to pet you?” Badly. “Yes!” He slapped the armrest violently. His instantaneous answer surprised even himself. “The mighty Sebastian Bodane…Brought down by a slip of a woman.” Lucien teased. A smile dancing around his mouth. Bast gave a primal growl at his friend’s prodding. “She only offers me venom!”

Blood against blood. I thought I was his Alpha. I thought I was his brother. That bond, that loyalty we shared since birth—I believed it unshakable. But when Fang’s hand moved to his belt and the knife gleamed in the dim light, my faith cracked. My heart lurched as I saw the truth in his eyes. “Fang…” I rasped, my voice rough, broken. “You wouldn’t… not me. Not your brother.”

She lifted her hips as she lay on the bed, he went behind her facing me, holding a smirk in his face, slamming into her with a moan, as she moaned, throwing her head back. He kept slamming into her moaning as tears ran down my cheeks. I don't deserve this! He kept slamming into the bitch, groaning. "Lycan..the council is waiting.." his Beta voice Gordon came through the door. "Let them wait.." Kayden said as he kept slamming into the bitch. "Alpha Ramsey Reign is here.." the Beta said and his eyes darkened immediately as he mentioned that name. "I will be there now.." he said coldly and pulled out of the bitch.