Centaur Vore Novels & Stories

***** By nightfall, everyone was still outside, but to have a good time instead. A group of Centaurs thought that it would be a good idea to have a party before the war. Alistair was the one to decide to go with it, seeing no harm in a little party, but he mostly agreed because of October. "If we live through this I'll follow you anywhere, demon, even to that hellish land of yours," a vampire said to his newly found mate, kissing her nose, she giggle, kissing him sweetly on the lips. October leaned onto Alistair, "it's so good that everyone is finding their other half," she said with a smile.

I moved forward, ready to attack the centaur whose chest was bleeding from where I had ripped it. He circled around me, trying to find an opening, but was coming up short. "Come get me, bastard." I growled, flashing my teeth. "Don’t be a little bitch." Bucking up, the centaur kicked out, nearly connecting with my skull, but I managed to jump out of the way. "Who is afraid?" The centaur growled, pulling a dagger from his hip.

AUREN'S POV Elder Vayric didn't waste a second. "The council has reached its decision." My knees were still weak from the floor I had nearly collapsed on. I pulled myself up straight, refusing to let them see me break further than I already had. "Auren Valecrest." He said my name like it was already in the past. "Your failure to produce an heir and your dormant wolf are signs of a cursed blood" "Wh…what!?" The words burst out of me as my eyes widened.

He hacked into his sleeve, his regal composure dissolving into a desperate, animalistic wheeze. "What is this madness?!" Vaelor’s roar ended in a violent coughing fit. He tried to lunge for the exit, but the world was a blurred, grey nightmare. His shins slammed into heavy oak chairs, and his boots skidded on the silk skirts of nobles who had already crumpled to the floor, lungs seized by the acrid mist. He scrambled to his feet, swearing under his breath, only to trip again over a body that didn't move. On the high dais, Cayren didn't waste time shouting. He moved by memory, his hand cutting through the fog until it caught a familiar wrist.

The vampire's growl echoed through the room as he began walking around the cages. Our cage was about halfway through the way he was going. I turned my head to see that Doe was looking at me, her brows furrowed in panicked thought. I was panicking too, and I'm very sure that as soon as this vampire got close enough, my racing heartbeat was going to give me up. I didn't even have time to calm down, even if calming down was impossible. Doe seemed to realize this too, judging by how the look on her face seemed to become more distressed.

, I was about to tell the seer about him when she cut me off. "A vampire". The seer chuckled lightly and looked at us, "As it should be". "How , why should her mate be a vampire?" "A great war would break out between vampires and wolves in the next millennium but the war can be avoided if there is a union between them. Your daughter has been chosen for that union". " But why my daughter? " " Your pack is the greatest in all the world. Andra mate is the strongest vampire in all the world. Their child would be the strongest person ever to be known and lead the two species into love. Even the human race would be affected."

“I still can’t make up my mind if I wanna fuck you here or upstairs.” “You ain’t fucking me nowhere, Haunter. Make love? Wherever you feel like it, whenever you feel like it.” “That sounds so vanilla.” “Vanilla? Take off your glasses and I’ll show you vanilla.” * ** THE END **

Mythical creatures of all kinds surged against the relentless tide of vampires, their forms blurring in a frenzied dance of death. My eyes darted across the scene, drinking in every detail. A centaur reared up, hooves flashing as it trampled a vampire beneath its powerful legs. Nearby, a weretiger’s claws raked across pale flesh, drawing ribbons of crimson. The vampires moved with inhuman speed, their eyes glowing with an unholy hunger as they struck with lethal precision. “Something’s not right. The vampires ... they’re too organized, too prepared.” They were prepared for this fight. This wasn’t just about the neutral village and getting another food source. This meant they wanted war.

His feet felt light and he darted into the thicket like a bullet, weaving in between a myriad of trees and plants. A stench of blood assaulted his senses and urged him further into the forest. His vision dimmed and he followed it until he stumbled upon a stake of fire roasting an antelope. Centaur, a hybrid of a human torso and the body of a horse, stood before it with his long muscular arms crossed below his broad chest. "Alpha Georgi, we meet again," he said in a deep voice in Saxon. Pascal stepped forward and growled, "Centaur, why did you have to draw my attention that way? Is that how we do things?"