Breath Of The Wild Fanfic Novels & Stories

I couldn’t breathe. Blaise’s roar tore through the clearing, savage, feral, shaking the earth beneath us. Phantom surged forward, his claws ripping into the dirt, fangs bared in a promise of death. “LIES!” His voice was no longer just his—it was Lycan, guttural and dangerous. “I have never touched you!”

“Next time, I’m throwing you on the mat.” “Promise?” “Only if you let me win.” “Never.” She laughs, wrapping her arms around me. I hold her tight. And I swear, for a moment, the whole world fades. Because we might be wolves. We might be warriors. But when it comes to each other—we are feral. And this bond? It’s wildfire. ——/ Baylee – POV I don’t even make it through the training field before Caden grabs my wrist and yanks me flush against him, his chest still heaving like he’s been holding back a war. I barely catch my breath before he leans down and growls low in my ear.

~ Willow ~ I was lost in this feeling. Nothing in the world mattered but he and I. Shock, surprise, unexpected, all these words couldn’t explain what I felt in this moment. Brax is my fated mate. I looked at him. Hand in hand we were floating. The force of our flame was strong enough that our feet hovered just over the ground. We were covered in a beautiful royal purple flame. The combination of his blue and my deep red. His strong features looked exaggerated, and I didn’t think it was possible for him to become even more handsome, but here he was. Piercing blue eyes left no question as to how much this man loves me. Our love is so strong that our two gods blessed a Lycan and a dragon with a

His arm is wrapped around my shoulders, holding me tight. “I… I was angry about you pulling me out of school. Angry for you not listening to me, angry for having to constantly fight to get you to hear my side of the story. And I wasn’t just angry. I was scared of becoming your mate.” “I know,” Atwood says quietly. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you.” “I still blame myself,” I respond. “I plotted with Cayden -- the alpha of my pack -- to run away with me. He… He kissed me, in the woods just outside the castle, the night that we met up to plan my escape.”

“I’m yours.” Talon’s eyes darkened, filled with an intensity that made my heart race. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin as he pressed his lips to the wound I had opened earlier. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, mingling with the sting of pain. I gasped as he began to feed, his tongue tracing the edges of the cut before he took me fully. The world around us dissolved into a haze of passion and connection. I could feel the bond between us strengthening with every heartbeat, every shared breath. As he drank from me, I whispered words of love, my voice trembling with intensity. “Talon, my Talon. You’re mine.”

Mariana Rose Out of panic, I bit his leg underwater and slapped his thigh, uncaring whether I groped his jewel or not. All I want is to come up to the water and breathe properly. But he kept me down for a few seconds before pulling me up again behind his back. The first few breaths were so immaculate that I uttered a prayer but when he glanced from his shoulder at me, I shook my head violently. “Please, don’t, alpha. I cannot breathe!”

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

“I especially like when you’re already inside me and you still push a finger or two in beside your cock. The burn… the way it forces me open even more while you’re fucking me. It makes me feel completely taken. I want to try something bigger than that eventually. Something that really stretches me until I can’t think.” I wrote every word carefully, the image already forming in my mind. “I like when you talk about breeding me, about filling me until it leaks out. Cum play. I like tasting it. I like feeling it inside me for hours after. I even like the idea of you using it as lube.” My handwriting stayed neat even though the words went straight through me. “What about bondage?” I asked.

My Alpha husband, Ryder, has always hated the sound of a crying pup. But recently, he started caring for my adopted sister's newborn pup, staying by its side in the nursery every night until dawn. Every time Ryder left our bedroom for the nursery, an inexplicable stabbing pain would pierce through my chest. This agony would last all night until dawn when he returned. I had finally reached my breaking point. At the Full Moon Festival, I announced in front of the entire pack that I was rejecting our mate bond.

Zane's POV Smoke still clung to my lungs. The ground was scorched black where she’d been—where Ember had burned out of my arms and vanished. I dropped to my knees, hands digging into the ash until my claws split the earth. Her scent was still there, faint and fading—sweet fire, honey, heartbreak. Every breath tasted like her, like smoke and loss. I called her name again and again until my throat bled. Nothing answered. Just the wind and the echo of my own madness.