Buffy Fiction Novels & Stories

I can read her thoughts by her face. "Meddieee... You woke up, how are you feeling, are you ok? " Arya asked. As soon as I heard Arya I instantly recalled what happened to the girl named Arya in the fanfiction... Coz only Arya used to call Medusa as Meddieee in the entire story... Arya is the most pitiful character I ever came across till then.. 'NO Fucking Way!! This Cute furr ball had that kind of tragic death! WHY THE HECK ARE YOU SO CRUEL AUTHOR!!'

This was better than a soap opera. Hunter ran to Gunner and picked him up, forcing him to his feet. He punched him in the face so hard Gunner fell back right on his ass. “I did it all for you my sweet girl, I loved you and cared for you, I love you still,” Gunner moaned out. Oh please, AS IF! I laughed to myself, I really had to stop watching Buffy. But, we were all entitled to our guilty pleasures. I happened to be a snappy dresser who liked human movies about vampires.

One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

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I answered back and kept going down the path that led me to the river by the mountains. I continued to walk for another twenty minutes before I reached my destination. Yes, I have powers and speed, like my mom, dad, and uncle. I am a Hybrid Royal as my mom and uncle tell me. I am created by two powerful ancient species and the human lineage. I am a Bampire, Dire Wolf, and Human. My skin does not turn blue, and I can heal a Bampire like my dad. I can also hear a voice in my head that speaks to me. Mom says that's my wolf talking, and he is part of me. I can also change my appearance to anyone in front of me. We are not sure when I will completely shift and transition, but it will eventually h

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

Until one day, while sitting in the corner of a banquet, I overheard them talking about the north. The northern vampire nobles had suddenly grown rich. A young female vampire had opened new trade routes. She had secured deals of a scale no one had ever dared imagine. Elena. It had to be her. In that instant, all my illusions finally vanished. I was going to find her.

Anya's P.O.V. "Are we ready to ride, ladies?" I ask the gang as we all start up our engines. We're an all-female biker gang of bunnies. Yes, I said bunnies, and I'm not talking about Playboy bunnies or Easter bunnies. We're bunny shifters, and we're all in our twenties. Our gang has dwindled in numbers because some of the women have found their mates, but there are still about twenty of us.

Andrew Brown suggested to his wife with a pleading look in his warm eyes. Bernice pursed her lips and said nothing further. Her attempts to make her daughter more ladylike have been met with stiff resistance since Erin was a teenager. What Bernice had assumed to be teenage rebellion had morphed into a way of life for her daughter who still dressed like a crossbreed of a hippie and an emo artist. It was no surprise that at twenty-five, none of the eligible werewolves in their clan have ever shown even a slight interest in her. How was she ever going to find a mate if she continued like this?