Castle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

Tomorrow, I'd stand before the pack and accept the title I'd already earned. Tomorrow, I'd promise to lead them, to protect them, to bridge the gap between two worlds. Tomorrow, I'd become Luna in name as well as deed. But tonight, I was just Evelyn. Just a girl who'd fallen in love with a wolf. And that was enough. Cassian strode into the courtyard, expression grave. "We have a situation at the border," he said without preamble. "A hunter. Asking for sanctuary." Rafe's jaw tightened. "Name?"

~Caspian Pov ~ I flicked the hook and it came undone, slipping it off her body and throwing it on the floor while I stared at her naked breasts. Fuck! she was so beautiful, but still too dressed. I dragged her jeans down her legs and pulled them off, leaving her in just her white panties. I trailed kisses over her navel, grazing her skin with my teeth as she moaned, with two fingers, I dragged her panties down and off her body as I inhaled her arousal, causing Cade, my wolf, to growl loudly.

My breathing quickens, each exhale carrying a quiet whimper. I've had countless nights alone in my den, fantasizing about a wolf's mouth on me. And now it's finally happening! CEDRIC NIGHTFANG Every breath fills me with Castel. The scent of his skin and the heat of his smooth flesh drive me wild. My shaft is stone hard, even after that explosive joining last night. I feel like a young pup again. That intoxicating madness is back, I'm drunk on him, and I want to feel this forever. But most important, I want to take him on a journey he'll never forget.

Sasha was wearing black boots that added two to three inches to her height. 'What are you all doing here?' Cassandra asked while wiping her tears behind her eye glasses. She had difficulty seeing anything with her glasses off. ' What do you think, you b*tch?' Sasha snickered at Cassandra. She was already thinking the worst out of this situation. Her mother wasn't staying home this time of the week. She was out of town on a date with her new French boyfriend. And the only person she told this about is her boyfriend. That only means one thing, he told them when to attack her alone. 'Now girls, I don't want to be a part of this. And call me when you get finished.' he said and went past Cassandr

“I knew times you confided in me, times I gave you my meal, but now you feel you’ve outgrown me like I never mattered.” Ceryn appeared behind her, smug in her Luna robes. She looked at me like I was a trophy she desperately needed to win. “This is the end of your story, May,” she snapped. I stepped forward, eyes glowing, the creature rising behind me. “No,” I whispered. “This is the part where I rewrite and put an end to this whole charade.” Suddenly, an uncommon roar echoed through the cave, everyone turned and it was Castillo, he stepped forward. He wasn’t limping, nor broken. Rather his Alpha aura blasted through the room like a bolt of lightning.

Third Person's POV Fred let out a sharp, cynical laugh. "And what about the promise you made to Trista when you mated?" "You stood right there and let people call another she-wolf your Luna. What does that make Trista in your eyes? A placeholder?" Cassian's suppressed emotions finally snapped. He let out a low roar. "Trista is my Luna! She always has been!" "Cassian, are you still refusing to admit that you're the one who destroyed this?" Fred pointed a finger at him, every word cutting like a blade.

"No. He is talking to Isabel." "Isabel," Caspian says, with genuine warmth, "was lovely." "Isabel is the sister you slept with," I say, voice low, "after the sex with her brother, whom you also smashed, after the scandalous and unhinged situationship with their mother. Your body-count within one family is feral and disgusting and nasty." "She was also freaky. Very." "You are obsessed and slutty and thirsty and down-bad and horny and deranged." "Rafael found it enjoyable too, for the record."

Kell It doesn’t take long for us to get to Mathias’ place. Cassia Mathias’s is mate meets us at the door. Cassia is hot and tall with long blonde hair. Today she’s wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Like me, Cassia is supernatural. But she a full angel. She and Mathias met a few months back at Cal State when he went looking for her psycho father, Lukan Garron. They had a rocky start, but they’re a solid couple now.

He rolled his eyes at me, “You’re telling me that your wolf isn’t calling out to her? You’re a Lycan, Celina. Lycans have heightened feelings than we normal wolves.” Cassandra came back and got seated. “I made dessert. I hope you like shortcakes,” I said to her. She nodded, “Yes, I do.” “What’s your favorite color, Cassie?” my mate asked making me frown at him. Seriously? Cassandra looked taken aback by his question but answered him nevertheless.