Centaur Vore Novels & Stories

He was already walking away. “Wait—” Her voice caught. Something shifted behind him. Eliana’s eyes moved past his shoulder— And her breath stopped. They were there, the centaurs. Their forms twisted and unnatural, their presence heavy and suffocating. Their eyes—dark, empty—locked onto her like predators waiting for the right moment. Her pulse spiked instantly. “They’re closer…” she whispered. She didn’t need an explanation. She understood. Every mistake, every delay. They were counting.

Hell nah. The final Lycan, the one on the potion, glowing purple eyes and all…let out another roar that made the marrow of her bones go cold and revealed those lengthened canines as he charged. Mother— But Vaelen wasn’t there anymore. He twisted, ducked under a strike that would’ve decapitated a normal male, and drove his fist so deep into the Lycan’s chest that Saeris swore she felt the crack in her own ribs. The lycan staggered, gurgled.

The sky above Moscow tore open. It wasn't a slow descent this time. The Source knew we had cheated them. They sent the "Centurions"—monstrous, shifting entities of gold-tinted geometry, ten meters tall, their limbs ending in blades of compressed gravity. They fell like rain into the Red Square, their impact cratering the stone. Nevan didn't wait for a command. He drew his massive, rune-etched claymore, the blade igniting with a cold, grey fire. "VANGUARD! HOLD THE LINE!" he screamed.

I will prepare the meal. "But dear how can you do this alone?" "Don't worry aunt Clotho. Grandma Sandra has trained me well." Clotho looked at Alice with sympathy and leave from the kitchen. In Sandra's room, everyone is looking in the mirror in silence. Atropos breaks the silence stating "This girl is not a vampire. Witch I doubt she is the heir of Celestial kingdom." Sandra fumed with anger and says "what do you mean you doubt she is the heir.? I have spent 16 years of my life raising her and study her power. I cannot afford to go it wasted. There should be something you can do?"

"He's mine!" the rogue vamp yelled through gritted teeth, his glowing green eyes boring into mine. Then, he hit me in the chest with his fist, sending me flying into the parking lot, as I slid across the hard pavement, trying to regain consciousness. He was definitely one of The Others, rogue vamps who didn't care about human life. Having completely lost their humanity, they cared for nothing more than self gratification and the kill. "Hey, you're pretty!" he said with a half smile as he started toward me, arms outstretched, grinning seductively.

The Vampire crouched and flipped his talons out. “We have to be careful. He's old and strong,” Taurus warned me. The vampire just stood there watching me with intense, burning eyes. He wanted me to attack him, so I did. I charged at him, and he caught me by my throat. I whimpered when his nails dug into my flesh.

I snarled, my voice dropping into that ragged, double-toned scrap of my lost sovereign authority. I took a step forward, my combat boots clicking sharply against the cold brass catwalk. Vance stood on the elevated central platform, surrounded by a swirling, three-foot-thick vortex of blinding blue aether currents. He held the spinning brass relic high above his head, his face illuminated by a sickening, triumphant glow.

She was terrified, her breath coming in shallow hitches that made my chest tighten with a protective fury I could barely contain. I looked at the figures standing over us. In the dim, misty gray of the pre-dawn light, I realized these weren't the mindless, oily shadow creatures Clarence had been throwing at us. These men were half-human, half-beast, their powerful equine lower bodies shifting restlessly in the dirt. Centaurs. They were rare, elusive, and usually preferred to let the forest swallow any traveler who lost their way, but here they were, surrounding our camp with their long, wicked spears leveled at our throats. They must have seen the fire. Even worse, the smell of the roasted f

The ride was a plunge into madness. The Varek cavalry, five hundred of the kingdom's finest, poured out of the Grey Keep not as a unified phalanx, but as a pack of wolves joining a wild, chaotic hunt. Kaelen was at their head, his body a low, fluid line of predatory grace, his mind a cold, calculating machine that was processing the storm of information pouring through the bond.

My mate's cold voice brought through the misery that I was feeling. I turned to see her approaching us in her beast form. Her clothes hung off her body in strips, just enough to cover her vital areas. The centaur rolled his eyes as he got to his feet. “ I never said I was. I was about to return him to you, or at least put him on the path that leads home. And just because I'm in a good mood I'll let you in on a secret. Protect this one properly, because Lorraine is as vicious as they come. If she can't get him, then she'll make sure that you can't keep him. So! I've done my duty to humanity and off I go. Stop wasting those precious tears or I'll be tempted to come back for more!” The centaur