Buffy Fiction Novels & Stories

If that were the case, then why was she working on one with me? “No, we’ve been working on a serum using dhampir blood,” Amy said as a smile spread across her face. “You see, dhampir blood is special.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. “What do you want with my baby’s blood? You’re a dhampir! Use your own blood!” “You see, I have been using my own blood and now I’m tired of being my own guinea pig.” She had said that in the car. “What exactly does that mean?”

Wearing a fur coat in this heat will get old fast, Josh sent to Dimitri using the shifter mindspeech. Dimitri just laughed. We'll get used to it. Then, he paused as he slid out of the shade of a giant pine into the sweltering sun. At least, I hope we will. They prowled around the edges of Bull Creek, never trespassing on people's property, but getting close enough to determine the types of paranormals who resided in the small community. A small cluster of vampires dwelt on the southern tip of the town while humans and shifters—bears, panthers, a wolf, coyotes, and even an otter—dwelt in the main body of Bull Creek. There were several empty cabins, a lot of trees, and several clearings and sm

"I haven't read of him in your history." Marcus owned the only known text of beastkind and vampire lore in North America. He brought the heavy volumes with him when he left Europe. Amy was fascinated by the history that humans would find dark but fanciful, similar to Grimm's Fairy Tales. Much of the text was handwritten, which Amy spent hours deciphering. Her journalistic background needed an outlet and the books provided her with the tools to try to understand who and what she really was.

(ongoing) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) b. i Story: Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (ongoing)

After a few minutes of that, she spoke up again "I have questions. A lot of them. Why does my mouth taste of blood? Why are there hair strands on my body? And why can't I remember anything?!" "See, the accident–" Axel began. "Oh, cut the crap Axel. Let's tell her the truth" Beth snapped, then turned to Lauren with a much kinder voice "Look, this might be hard for you to understand and trust me, it's hard for me to explain to you." She sighed, then continued "You're a werewolf, Lauren." "I'm a what?"

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

But I can't put the book down. I burst into laughter, and everyone around me stares at the crazy, frail girl. We—Laura and I—are hilarious. Who would have guessed that strigois were thirsty for love rather than blood? Oh, right, me. I knew this since the moment I’d read that book about vampires. And yet, I still had to learn the hard way. Ugh! I need a new toy to take my mind off these things. Therefore, I shout, “Who wants to try me at arm wrestling? I’m barely warming up.”

Lucienne had just brought some coffee when she grabbed the mug, planted a kiss on his cheek, and rushed downstairs to her office. She rubbed her hands together as her computer started up and her fingers started to glide over the keyboard at an alarming rate the moment she was able to type. She was going to write their story. She would write it in such a way that it looked like a fiction novel and nobody would ever believe that it was fact. Venus brought her another cup of coffee a bit later, but she didn’t pay any attention to her friend as her fingers furiously typed out all her ideas. Page after page filled with her words as she told the story of a young female werewolf making her way thro

“The baby isn’t Jimmy’s. He and I actually have never been, you know.” I couldn’t help but stare at her. “Then who. . .” “Buffy,” she sighed and a tear rolled down her cheek. “It was on our first night in Mexico.” “Shit,” I swore, and Deb smacked my arm. I’d forgotten I was still working. “That’s why the two of you were off the rest of the trip.” Elli bit her lip and nodded. “Are you going to tell Jimmy?” “I can’t,” I told her.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.