Buffy Giles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She was about to toss another handful into her mouth when someone bumped into a serve, which caused the girl to pour soda over the side of Fiona’s ghastly pink dress. Now, you might think Fiona would be furious, scream ‘how dare you?’ or something equally dramatic, but she didn’t. My cousin was obviously angry, but was I saw most in her eyes were delight. Her lip curled as she turned to the girl and without so much as a warning, kicked out like a mule hitting the other girl right in the stomach. The whoosh of breath that burst out of her was audible to even me. The girl, an omega by the looks of it, fell to the ground, holding her stomach in obvious pain. Fiona, like my uncle, was a very str

“He wouldn’t feel the mate bond, so how can you reject him if he has no spirit animal to break a bond with?” Well shit, I can see Tawny’s eyes flicker like she is thinking over Gillian’s words “That’s why it didn’t hurt” She mumbles. “But my heat… it went… away” “Oh, my gods!” Gillian snaps her head up clamping her hands over her mouth “Oh gods!” she exclaimed again “Every time we… oh my goddess Bastet! You felt it - every time we were intimate!” She looks horrified, Gillian’s face turning a green hue.

Her meeting with Giselle was touching, but that didn't mean Brizella had to forget the woman who had cared for her for a dozen years. Even Fiona herself named her Brizella Conan. After Brizella's heartwarming return, Fiona told Jeff to just stay at her house as it was still a long day. Apparently, Fiona did not know that Jeff was a vampire. They don't talk much because Fiona understands that Brizella must be tired from her return. Brizella and Jeff entered Brizella's usual room. "Welcome to my room!" Brizella said enthusiastically. Jeff smiled a little to see Brizella, who was now cheerful again. He really knew this girl must have something. I don't know if it was something she found in the

VICTORIA'S POV "Dear diary, today is the last day of me being here. It's been exactly a year since the incident happened. I have been told that all my decisions are always impulsive and rash. But I am moving out of here to further my studies and maybe for a break too. Mom and dad would've wanted that, right? For me to live my life happily. I know I'll miss here, but I think I need a change of life and place, otherwise, I don't think I'll ever be able to get over the fact that both of them left me to fight in this world alone. I am moving with my aunt Marla to her town Pearly canines. The name's weird, right? But it is the closest to the university I once liked and will also help her look aft

The thought of it consumed her. Not to mention, of course, her journal. How could she ignore that, too? After she’d returned from the hospital, the first thing she did was re-read it. She had to know that this was real, that she wasn’t crazy. The more she read it, the more she felt certain. Here she was, holding something real. Holding something that even a scholar like Aiden couldn’t explain away. And of course, it was Aiden, a scholar, an authority figure, who had insisted that this was all true. That Scarlet would turn into a vampire.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"Anna, do you know where Lucky is?" "I'll find her," she said. She sounded like she was in shock, too. "Go with Val." I patted her arm, then rushed after Gabe. I couldn't believe that this was happening. First, the rogue broke free of the basement and attacked me in the street, then Val shambled in looking like a ghost. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing as I rushed into the healer's office. Gabe had Val laid out on an examination bed. Giles was fumbling for a pair of sheers, but Gabe didn't have the patience for it. He grabbed Val's collar in both hands and ripped his t-shirt down the center.

I inquired as I applied ointment to the cut. “I fell for a gay. I was in a relationship with a gay for years, deeply in love with him, and I didn’t even figure it out. Do you know how pathetic that is?” She clicked her tongue. “And then, there is you?” She chuckled and looked away. “Ever since that night, I’ve not been able to get you off my head. I want more of those moments we shared, but you’re my uncle. My life is just so hopeless. Maybe I wasn’t destined to be loved.”

I thought I knew every curse word in the book until Buffy said, and I quote, "he can supercalifragilisticexpialidocious if he thinks I'll let him hurt you by sleeping with another girl tonight!" Then, of course, I had to ask how she could have any influence if she wasn't the spiritual figure I had asked her to be back at the abandoned club. She simply responded that she wouldn't have minded calling in some favors...whatever that meant. Long story short, you can always count on Buffy the Vampire Slayer to distract you from watching the guy you like enjoy the company of another girl, even if it's just for a while. As the last song blends into a new one, I sneak another glance at the couple, my

Then he faced the door, and walked away. I got up, supporting myself with the edge of my bed, one of my hands stretched towards Joey's direction, beckoning him to return back to me and not to leave me, but he didn't care to listen. Suddenly, I felt a very sharp pain in my lower abdomen, I gasped for breath as hot liquid shot through my stomach, painfully, and when I looked down, I screamed at the sight of my own blood pouring out, soaking my white cotton gown which was now floating in my own gore.