Dark Fanfic Novels & Stories

That is the only way I can make Fenrir mark her. Milena’s scent is the scent Fenrir and I recognize and crave to break our fangs into. He rejects every maiden that isn’t her. Positioning my fists at the sides of Lada’s head, my thrust increases as my beast overthrows my mind. Fenrir roars, bearing his fangs. I don’t wait for her to retreat, and I stab her neck. Her blood spills down her shoulder as she screams in pain. My tongue rolls through the blood, smoothing her wound. But I stab once again as I grunt, chasing my release. Her hands wrap around my neck as her body shivers beneath me, whimpering.

He paused momentarily, closing the distance between us. He stood there for a moment, observing the welts on my backside. His hands then trailed over the marks, and a disturbing pleasure gleamed in his eyes. It was evident that he derived far more satisfaction from this act than his father ever did. While Alpha Draxler relished in my pain, Damian seemed to revel in both my suffering and the fear that emanated from me. "Fernanda," he murmured, his voice filled with a twisted desire, "these scars on your body arouse me. They ignite an undeniable response within me, making it agonizingly difficult to control myself. Look at what you do to me."

Why does it hurt so much when she ignores me? "People get blinded by love... I used to hear it but now I can see it too." Michelle entered my ward. Says the man who can't confess his love to his pregnant woman. Mothefucker! "You seriously hurt yourself to stay with her..." He scowled. "I didn't know that it would get infected... And if I can stay closer to her then I'll do it again..." I leaned back. "What's the update?" "Dominick is back to work."

Not from outside this time, but from inside me. Darius said something sharp and urgent. I felt my knees start to give and there was nothing I could do about it, absolutely nothing, and the last thing I was aware of before the dark came down was the man almost touching me.

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

Cuz what's the excuse with him She sighed,"I don't know,he was cute and has a nice dick, I was already fucking him before I started dating you, I'm sorry okay I really am, and I'm not apologizing cuz I want you back or whatever, I'm so past that, I'm just in so much darkness right now and I'm suicidal and this is me trying hard not to stay alone so I don't start thinking about killing myself " "You've still not told me what you want from me". "I don't know okay? I was just driving and ended up in your house, I didn't know where else to go". "What happened to all your friends and sex partners ". "I don't have friends, everyone around me is there to either collect of drain me, and I definitely

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.

He laughed, “and just as I exactly knew, he was beyond excited. He hasn’t dated in a long time, I gotta look out for my bro. A long haired redhead is his dream girl.” I scoffed at that ... he better want Beth for more than just her damn hair color, even though that had more or less defined her most of her life. “What’s the deal with you guys anyhow, you guys seem like BFF’s … but the vibe I get he should be like in the FBI or something, why is he just your driver?” He laughed like a hyena. “Don’t ever call him just my driver in front of him, SHIT … haha. He’s my security, driving just kind of comes with the territory, plus he’s a control freak.

“Tell me how much you like getting fucked by your stepson on the throne. Say it.” I moaned loudly, voice breaking with every savage thrust. “I love it! Fuck, I love it so much!” I cried out shamelessly. “Your cock is so big… It’s ruining me, baby. I love being fucked like this… like your dirty little slut!” Soren groaned in satisfaction and started railing me even harder, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every deep stroke. “Louder,” he demanded, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me whose pussy this is now.”