Breath Of The Wild Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

“Making love to you was like nothing I had ever experienced. Your smile and your touch brought life to my life. Because of you, I am not the shadow of a man that I used to be. You are the love of my life, Apolliana, and I will gladly die by your side if that’s what my fate is to be.” Another crack forms inside of me, making emotion leak from each cut. It’s only when I hear Bree’s horrified scream that every emotion inside of me breaks open. I look down to find my sister clinging to her wounded mate as The Creator impales him with one of his talons. Her face is set with fear, and her thick curly hair flutters around her as she holds tightly to Fallon. Fallon tries to grab ahold of her as she

I feel his fingers run through my loose hair, wrapping it in his hand like a rein and then bringing it to his nose, smelling my scent. “You were fleeing, wife. How naughty!” he teases, squeezing his legs around my body hard, making the air in my lungs hurt when I breathe. “I said get off,” I order angrily, and he laughs loudly. I dive low through the trees, skimming the branches that hit Eros, making him hold onto my shoulder with his other hand. Some hit me too, but I just want him to fall and leave me alone. “Damned hybrid,” he grumbles when a branch breaks across his face.

With blood on her lips, her trembling voice resonated once more. ‘Maybe, in my next life, I will have the pleasure to be your mate again.’ Talia whispered through the bond. “Abre!”

‎ ‎“It’s enough! No matter what, I won’t marry Lila. Since she likes Haru’s dick that much, they should be with each other!” ‎ ‎My mother grabbed my arm so tight it hurt. if it weren't for the long sleeve, I'm pretty sure I'll bruise.“You must marry her!” ‎ ‎“I won’t!” I yelled, pulling away. “Apart from her cheating… I love another.” ‎ ‎Haru laughed cruelly. “Who could fucking love you back, you pathetic excuse?” ‎ ‎My eyes searched the crowd and landed on those mismatched eyes. Without thinking, I ran to the stranger and hugged him tightly, whispering against his chest:

A warm nasty breath leaned down onto me and whispered in my ear, "I can't let you get away," he said, his hand moving up to my face. I tried to move away but was trapped. His hand traced my hairline, moving my hair away and leaving the scar on my face clearly visible. I was trembling in fear as I was trapped under him. His nasty breath on my neck and his calloused hand felt dirty compared to the way Jax would touch me. His hand trailed down my jaw as it shook with fear, trailing down to the mark my mate gave me.

Moonfire ignites behind the clouds—ethereal and brilliant. Ceres (barely above a whisper): "Then kiss me like I’m real. Not just prophecy.” Xavier: “With pleasure.” Their lips meet—fierce, soft, electric. Around them, the air bends slightly. Sparks flicker between them, like fire remembering its origin. And above them—the wind howls not in warning… but in praise. The Blood That Calls A fog-drenched forest beyond the Banehorn Peaks. A dormant spring trickles at the base of a gnarled tree. A lone mountain wolf, lean and scarred, limps toward it. Steam whispers from the water’s surface as crimson flakes spiral in.

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.

My flame reacted, curling up his arm, golden and alive. “Ember,” he whispered, voice cracking like he was fighting himself. I didn’t know who moved first. Maybe both of us did. The restraint snapped. The world narrowed down to his breath, his heat, his mouth hovering inches from mine. Then it happened — the sound that made both of us freeze. A howl. Not wolf. Not human. Something in between. The kind that makes the trees bend and the air turn cold. Zane turned toward the darkness, his grip tightening on me.