Cambrian Beckett Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Sam, I need you to listen very carefully and try not to freak out. I'm a witch, Cole is a werewolf, and I accidentally opened a door to hell last night at the party. Now there's a demon of hatred posing as our English teacher who wants to bring more demons through that door and turn Crestfall into some kind of hellscape." The silence stretched for several heartbeats. Then Sam started laughing—a high, slightly hysterical sound that made several other students look over at us. "Good one, Becca," she gasped between giggles. "You almost had me there for a second." "I'm not joking," Becca said seriously. Sam's laughter died. She looked at Becca's face, then mine, then back to Becca. "You're not

" I stood and crossed to the window. The training yard below was running its morning drills very organized. Everything was moving the way it was supposed to move. Nothing inside me felt organized or precise. "She looks different," I said. "You've said that," Garrett said. "Not just different,she looks like she found something. Like she's been given something she never had in this pack and it changed the shape of her." I pressed my hand against the window frame. "And I did that. Me. I sent her into a forest in a storm and whatever

“I liked kids ever since I was young. Maybe because I was the youngest in the family and I was loved by everyone so I wanted to share that love with people younger than me. But aside from that, I especially liked Caleb because he also treated me in a special way.” “Special way?” Callum’s brows furrowed. “What are you saying?” “Oh! Did I just sound like a creep?” Bea laughed softly. “What I mean is that Caleb was only open and childish towards me and I know that. I wanted to reciprocate his feelings and show him that he could be like that towards other people who were close to him.” She paused for a while and her smile faded when she remembered the sad truth. “After all, I would be going home

Arriving there, Lucas walked down the corridor and stopped at door number 812. Lucas slightly held his hand in front of the door. Still think that this is wrong. It's wrong to meet your ex at the apartment even though tomorrow is your wedding day. But after convincing himself that he would leave as soon as he took the gift Luna meant, Lucas knocked on the door. Not any longer, the door opened and there was a woman with hair as black as charcoal, white as marble, and tall. Luna Lee. "How are you, Luke? Come in." "Um, fine. But I'm just a minute, to getting the prize," Lucas said, scratching the back of his neck. And, yes, he came in.

“I will let you go… if you tell me how you learn to cast the hellfire?” “What are you talking about? What hellfire?” Una was perplexed. “Hm.” Drite moved and studied her from head to toe. “Your scent is weird. A mix of a Lycan… and something I can’t name.” He came near and even sniffed her. “What are you, Una?” “I came from the Nacht Territory and lived in the Wolfless Zone.” The fae chuckled. “Really? Interesting.” He scanned her for the last time. “Be honest with me, or I can’t help you. You are in the deepest dungeon of the Palace of Night and Stars.”

As we got closer, my anxiety and fear grew stronger. My heart throbbed in my chest, and I couldn't help but feel like I was about to meet my new mate. But, in reality, I was about to come face to face with my ruthless, rejected mate, Alpha Blake. Soon, we reached the door and my dad announced our arrival to the former Beta. The doors opened promptly and as I walked in, I couldn't help but admire the beautiful interior of the castle. Meanwhile, my dad was having a conversation with the former Beta.

I cried as I knelt down on the cold floor while rain poured heavily on me. By the time the rain stopped, I was shivering profusely. My body was aching and burning with excruciating pain. “Beatrice,” I opened my eyes weakly as I heard his calm yet dangerous voice. “Ethan,” I called. “I forgot to tell you something. I thought I could keep you as a slave in my pack but it seems you don't deserve anything.” “I, Ethan Wood, the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, reject Beatrice Blake as my mate,” he said and I gasped out in shock.

I am delivering documents to my fiance, Caleb Greene, when I see his personal assistant, Yelena Langdon, sit in his lap. "Mr. Greene, the seatbelt's broken and dug into my chest so hard that it really hurts now. Could you help me take a look?" Caleb, who claims to have a phobia of women, lets out a low chuckle and strokes her waist. "Is that so? Then I should take a closer look to see where you're hurt." The two get tangled together right there in the car, so engrossed in each other that they fail to notice me standing outside even after five minutes have passed. I knock on the car window. After Caleb rolls down the window, his face twists into an expression of shock. "Becca! What are

Because Becky had a guilty conscience, she ran away as soon as she heard Shamayeta's call. Out of confusion, Rex inquired, "You know that baboon's a**?" Forcing out a smile, Shamayeta admitted, "She's my cousin back from my hometown." Baboon's a**. What an awful analogy. Although Rex wasn't referring to Shamayeta, those words pierced through her ears as if he was talking about her. Fine. Becky's makeup style has always been like that. She really does resemble a monkey's bottom. Recalling Byron's words, Shamayeta badmouthed Becky intentionally "She's a bad girl. When she was in junior high school, she fooled around and had an abortion! The next time you see her, please avoid her."

“You’re not serious.” A tight smile twisted on Allie’s lips. “You’re the one who spun the bottle, Beckett. Fair game, right?” The room buzzed like a shaken beehive, the air alive with anticipation. No one knew what would happen next—least of all Beckett, who raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hold up—if Liam walks in right now, I’m dead.” Allie tilted her head slightly, her eyes daring him. “You scared?” Beckett blinked, then shrugged, resigned to the inevitable. “Not scared. Just... not ready to die this young.”