Boris X Bendy Novels & Stories

"Vanelope will try to get inside your head. She'll make you doubt everything—me, yourself, what you want." "And what do I want?" I asked, because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. His smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That's what we're going to figure out." He walked around me slowly, then stopped at his desk and leaned back against it. “Bend over,” he said. “Hands flat. Legs apart.” My breath hitched. Still, I obeyed. The desk was cool beneath my palms. My hair fell around my face, curtain-like. The leather of his belt creaked softly behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but every moment felt like I was suspended on the edge of something sharp and holy.

Sage barks, jerking his head away, but Xander roughly grabs his neck and yanks him back. His smirk remains on his face, staring at Sage like he is nothing but a mere toy. “Don’t fight it. You don’t even have the strength to shift. I can smell the poison in you; it’s only a matter of time before you drop dead. Your body is weak, but your fire—ah, I like it. That’s what makes you special. That’s what makes me want you, so I’m going to keep you alive for a while,” he leans in and takes a sniff of the omega’s face. “You smell good too.”

Jace, the gentle man, tried to calm them down but they just brushed through him shouting their lungs out of the room. Jace just sighed. He blamed himself for not stopping Kaizer on making a grand entrance. They must have done it nicer. "What the---who are you?!" The ugly man, they believed was Bum Pan spoke gurgling blood in his mouth. He was half-naked. Bald head, squared ears and pierced lip, Jace and Kaizer were not wrong. This man was Bum Pan. Kaizer, before answering found himself a sofa to sit on. He rested there first his stout sword: the five-inch wide and a meter long sword known as 'Flagrare". Then he sat and slouched like he was on his own place.

And how did he manage to bring it into the Games without getting caught? Boris swiped at the vial with his massive paw, shattering it in an explosion of glass. A silvery substance splashed across the rough bark of the pedestal, and he quickly ran his claws through it, coating them in the shimmering liquid that danced with an otherworldly glow. He turned to face me again, his entire form imposing, radiating a newfound power that was almost palpable. His eyes were fierce and wild, two molten orbs that pierced the blanket of darkness surrounding us.

The teacher asked, with his tone soft and gentle instantly. Xander stood up from his desk and there was a dead silence. His figure was like a wall and there was a strong aura around him that sent shivers around everyone. His body was well-built with heavy muscles that could be seen through the school uniform. I could see the tattoo of a dragon and wolf on his arms. His torso was so huge it made his shirt tighten over his body. Each step he took was enough to send everyone shaking so hard. I looked up at his stony face and my heart skipped a beat. I never knew I could be this afraid, but I was losing control. The man in front of me was so fierce.

Peter’s first male friend and second friend next to Sunny. Time flew by so fast and he's now 16. It’s Christmas break and he’s planning to go home to spend the vacation with Sunny. He already packed his things for tomorrow's travel and didn't forget to bring his gift for Sunny which is a customized resin guitar picker. It has a flower designed in it, a daisy which is Sunny's favorite flower. His gift's stored in a small jewellery box. Sunny learned to play guitar already after Peter taught her. It became their bonding when Peter went home to visit.

“What’s your name?” “It’s Alexei. What do you want in return?” I can hear my dad’s footsteps coming down the hall, and I start to back away. He reaches out, grabbing onto my wrist and holding me in place. Little shocks of pleasure rush all through my body at his touch, and not even the jingle of his handcuffs can put a damper on this rush of arousal. “Tell me,” he says, even though I know he can hear my dad getting closer too. “I want you to pop my cherry,” I whisper in a rush as he drops my hand, and right before I scurry away, I see his eyes widen in surprise and then darken with a pure, raw need that has me nearly orgasming on the spot.

This is done by a bender to another bender. Bivatar: the power of each benders. The stronger the Bivatar, the stronger the ability of that bender to bend their elements. Monster: the power gained from the Curse. It helps in amplifying Bivatar but in a destructive and monstrous path. Curse: the evil that runs in each bender, making them immortal and having to use human blood/energy to sustain their lives. Tainted: the mixture of blood and mercury to retain the immortality of a bender.

That way no one could blame Brian for ripping their heads off of their good for nothing bodies. "Well, I am half mutt after all." Brian said with a shrug carrying the nonchalance of a commoner. It reminded them of the shrugs Akasha used to display. He was Akasha's son. "Extend your fangs." Vladimir demanded. Brian quirked his eyebrows, he had no time to be treated as though he couldn’t kill each and everyone of these motherfuckers.