Coeur Al'aran Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Kael threw him a questioning look not bothering to ask what. “Tell it to the moon. Under the soft glow of the moonlight, speak, say it out, pour out your heart to the moon, reveal to the moon, the secret it already knows… the forbidden bond that bound you to Alaric, the Alpha Prince whose heart belonged to duty and tradition, but whose soul, it seemed, was inextricably linked to a beautiful Omega servant named Kael.” “Aaron, that's off the rails, downright cheesy. So painful to watch.” Kael's comment had him and Aaron burst into laughter while having Alaric almost in tears; his omega is more comfortable with another alpha and that's a clear reflection of how much he had failed Kael.

She closed her eyes, leaking tears, and felt the traitorous surge of arousal deep in her loins as the virile man claimed her as his. She tried not to imagine her father watching her ordeal. She tried not to think of the sight he must be seeing, her pale legs splayed wide, Gorlann's testicles and cock flying frantically between them. She tried not to think about the dawn, almost upon them, as gray light filtered through the tent's open flap. Anaria Kaelon lay beneath her captor, his cock swimming deep inside her, and yearned for nothing else but for this nightmare to end and for her family to be safe.

I clamped a hand over my mouth, stopping myself from making a sound. Goodbye, Alaric. Forever. I whispered the words and left that place of shattered dreams. Then, I sent a message to Chloe: [The plan is on. Now. I can't wait for his coronation.] ———— An hour later, Alaric pulled away from Rowena. He felt no pleasure, only a strange, gnawing anxiety. The image of Aurora's face as he left her at the ceremony haunted him. "I have to go back," he said, pulling on his clothes. "The coronation is tomorrow. No more games."

A man and a woman? No way am I letting Alora get paired up with another man!

He dismissed us, and my disapproving gaze locked with Alana’s briefly before I turned and walked into our room, which was on the ground floor. “Dad, she’s trying to steal him away from me.” Her accusing voice reached my ears. “She won’t do a thing to you, sweetie. You must rest. We—” His words cut off. “Mr. Cortez?” Cortez? “Hello, Mr. Swanson.” I didn’t recognize the voice. I peeked through the crack of the door to see who it was. Orlando Cortez, the CEO of the Cortez empire, stood with her. I recognized him from the I*******m pictures she shared. “Arianna, why don’t you bring your overnight bag? I’ll wait here.”

Elarian My hands trembled as I turned the doorknob, and the door creaked open slowly. A gasp escaped my lips, but I quickly muffled the sound with my hands. However, it wasn't enough because it drew Chloe's attention to me and she turned, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of me. She batted her eyelids but remained seated on Corey, who lay naked on the bed. Ignoring me, she looked away as if I hadn't entered.

How could he even say something like that when I didn't even have a wolf? Ryker's voice brought me back to reality, well, the reality I was in. "Can you just get straight to the point?” He bellowed. “What exactly does all of this mean?!” The doctor hesitated again, and when he spoke again, his voice was shaky. "I'm not entirely sure, Alpha. But from what I can gather, it seems that Arianna's powers are...dormant, for lack of a better term. And you, Alpha, were able to feed off her energy after a….sexual encounter.”

Coupled with everything else that was going on, this dream heightened the panic I was already feeling. I lurched to my feet, pulling the door open. I stepped into the corridor barefoot, breathing hard. I was trying to steady myself and take in the air outside when I heard voices. “...this is not the time,” one voice said sharply. Another voice responded, but I could hear it clearly. My brow furrowed. Aragon? I slowed my breathing and walked quietly towards the end of the corridor. “This is your choice,” I heard Alura say.” Additionally, this is not the time to discuss replacement. I believe we need to focus on finding a cure. Not this.”

On our seventh mating anniversary, my Alpha mate, Ronan Thorne, abandons me once again for his secretary, Evelyn Stone's sake. This time, I don't kick up a fuss at all. Instead, I calmly draw out a silver dagger in hopes of ending my life. The moment the tip of the dagger is pressed against my neck, I feel someone grab my wrist all of a sudden. "Why are you hurting yourself? Who broke your heart?" I looked up in a daze, only to see the 18-year-old version of Ronan.

“Then we’ll leave you both to think it over.” Corey smirked, a cruel twist of his lips, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. “But,” Aieran continued, his voice hardening, the gentle tone replaced with a steely edge, “you have twenty-four hours to make a decision, Corey. We won’t wait forever. If you refuse, we will have no choice but to decide which Alpha we will follow.” Corey’s smirk vanished, replaced by a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. His face twisted, his eyes darkening, the golden irises turning a deep, menacing amber.