Boris X Bendy Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Huffing I stomp my left foot and cross my arms against my chest. “ Are you okay?” Ryan asked me when Creed and Alex headed up the hallway to meet the doctor at the door. How do I even answer that question? Would anyone be okay after finding out something like this? Wait, he shifted? I can’t shift because I’m only a half breed, but wouldn’t that make him a half breed too because he’s my brother. “ Hey Ryan?” I said placing my hand on his arm he step back a few making my arm drop to my side

She was all smiles and looked up happily as she stretched out her hands as though trying to reach out and catch the fairies and butterflies. I decided to swallow my pride and went back to speak with Gabriel. He was lying down on the couch and staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. I went over and attempted to lighten the mood, I sat on his legs and told him if he didn’t move over and give me some space to sit, I was going to break them. He looked at me affectionately and smiled, then said to me, “My love, you do know that you are as light as a feather” and then I pretended to put my whole weight on him attempting to crush his legs. He laughed at my silliness and pulled me over to lie on to

Boris reaches out and slaps the young man, shocking him. He holds his burning cheeks, looking at Boris in disbelief. “You slapped me!” “And I would do it again if you don't control yourself,” Boris warns, his voice stern. The boy’s chest swells with anger and hurt pride. “How dare you lay a hand on me!” He growls. “I am your Alpha.” Boris shakes His head. “That is where you are wrong, Felix. She,” he turns to look at Kendra. “Is our Alpha.”

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

He demonstrated this in the elimination of Prometheus during the Cebu Sinulog festival. The other assassin was smoking intermittently while toying with his revolver in another barrack. He was younger than Rudy. Single and never had any serious relationships with the opposite sex, his face was what we say only mothers can love. He was a man with many scars. He had a scar across his face and scars in other parts of his body. He was ugly. This was the reason girls shunned him. He had wiry hair, with a wide nose, face, and body. Everything in him was wide. A browbeater among his peers while in school, he was called 'Roger Moreno'

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"