Danger Force Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Dan learnt about the secret of Old Fan and his family, and the mystery of the swords that gave even him a sense of danger; and Dan told Old Fan about his ancestry and the power that he drew upon. Dan didn’t know how he was able to perform the feats that he was capable of, but he knew that it stemmed from the power of a strange energy. Whenever he dug deep within himself, this energy nourished his bones and muscles, and allowed him to perform great feats. Old Fan learnt how Dan was able to do what he did. And the elder understood how Dan was able to kill a Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast with just a slap. It was because Dan had unleashed that strange force towards the unwitting beast and

I remember how good he felt and how I hated it when the dream was over, I was left wanting more. “Not God, Dara.” He bends down, his forked tongue grazing across the shell of my ear. “Your devil.”The headboard slams into the wall and I lift my hands to grab the edge, to try to silence it so my neighbours don’t hear. Rafe growls and pins my wrists above my head. “Let them hear. I want everyone to hear how I’m claiming you. How I’m fucking you. How I’m going to make you scream. How I’ll make you beg.” He lowers his voice, licking the fresh bite on my neck. “How I’ll take you so hard, so rough, you’ll beg me to stop.” He slams into me just as his tentacle suctions to my clit while the other sli

Chapter two He slammed into me, his hips thrusting forward with a force that made me cry out. I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles white as I braced myself for his onslaught. Damien's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. "Oh god, Damien," I moaned, my body rocking with the force of his movements. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He leaned over me, his body pressing against mine as he continued to fuck me relentlessly. "You like that, don't you?" he growled in my ear. "You like it when I fuck you hard and deep."

He had sent a photo and I opened it. It was a photo of red lingerie. It was cut open right between the legs, and the top had two small holes where the nipples were supposed to be. I sipped my drink harder, trying to ignore the heat between my thighs. I scrolled down to read the text below the photo. Big mistake. “Can’t wait to fuck your pretty, little cunt in this tonight.” The milkshake choked me instantly.

Chapter 1 My fingers hovered over the send button longer than they should have. The thesis chapter looked perfect; tight analysis on Victorian repression and hidden longing but exhaustion had made me careless. I’d attached the wrong document from my desktop, the one I swore no one would ever see. My private journal. The raw late-night fantasies I poured out after Professor Brandy’s lectures, when his voice still echoed in my head like smoke. I hit send anyway. It was midnight and it was too late to fix it.

“Gonna make sure your guts are swimming in my seed. When you shift back at dawn, you’ll still be leaking me for days.” Damien moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. His cock throbbed in Lucas’s fist, leaking fresh precum. The feral need from the full moon made everything feel ten times more intense — every bite, every grind, every filthy word pushing him closer to the edge again.

Sara could hear how soaked she was every time he pumped his fingers in and out. “Yes… right there,” she gasped. Her thighs started to shake. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her. Professor Kane did not seem to mind. He ate her out with more hunger, licking and sucking like he had been starving for her. Sara’s orgasm built fast. The pressure grew in her belly, spreading down to her pussy. Her walls clenched around his fingers again and again. She tried to stay quiet, but small whimpers kept escaping.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

I could do this. I could force myself up the stairs. I could lock the door. A floorboard creaked. I turned my head just enough to see him standing in the doorway of the study, his broad frame filling the space. He hadn’t moved closer, hadn’t said a word, but his eyes were on me, dark and knowing, and My fingers tightened around the banister. I could do this. I took a step up. Pain lanced through me, sharp and brutal, like my body was tearing itself apart from the inside. A whimper escaped me before I could stop it, my legs nearly giving out. I grabbed the banister harder, my knuckles turning white.

Daphne's heartbeat doubled and her heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the thick forest. It was dark so she couldn't see the stones or wood that stood out. She could only grunt in pain when they injured her She breathed in short gasps, struggling to get air. Each breath was a fight against exhaustion, which was getting tighter and tighter. The palace guards were getting closer, their footsteps loud and echoing through the trees. It sounded like the end of her freedom. She heard their voices, loud and commanding, cutting through the night air.