Diablo 3 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She thought for a moment and said, “To be honest, I have known Damian for a long time. When you left the game I had no friends to play with. At that time, I know him. In the game, he treated me very well, and the two cooperated very well. Although we did not have a tacit understanding between you and Rican, it was still quite good. We fought together in the beginning.” At this point, a smile appeared on her face as she seemed recalled the scene in the game, “Every time I was killed by someone he was not stand. Every time I fought and entered the dungeon, he would stand in front of me. However, he was a mega, the most frail profession. However, he still had to stand in front of me. So, every

*Fernanda's POV* I lay there on the cold, unforgiving floor, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as I struggled to regain composure. Damian, the embodiment of malevolence, circled me like a vulture reveling in its imminent feast. He seemed amused by my vulnerability, his eyes gleaming with triumph. As he towered over me, I couldn't summon the strength to utter a single word. "Catch your breath, Fernanda. We have all the time in the world," Damian mocked, a wicked grin etched across his face. The pain in my abdomen still pulsed, a constant reminder of the recent battle I had fought so desperately to survive.

(AUTHOR'S POV) THREE YEARS LATER… The sun beat down brightly on the massive, golden stone walls of the Dark Hearts Palace. The grand courtyard was filled with the sound of bright, high-pitched laughter and the frantic scuffling of tiny feet. Three little three-year-old girls were sprinting across the smooth grass, dragging a pile of colorful plush toys between them. They were the triplets, born right inside the palace walls, and each one was a perfect, wild reflection of their fathers: Danni, Destin, and Dew.

I gave a bitter laugh, “He’s not wrong. I did mess everything up just by being here.” “Not true.” He took a step closer, “The bond chose you. We didn’t, that means something.” “Then why does it feel like everyone wants to tear me apart for it?” Darcy knelt in front of me, his expression softer now, his voice low. “Because we’re scared. The triad bond isn’t just rare, it’s dangerous. It magnifies everything. Pain, anger, desire... trust.” His hand brushed mine—gentle, hesitant. “It’s almost like we’re all spinning.”

The fiend? I felt the heat rush to my cheeks at her question, and silently shook my head. Liar, Diya said. Your heart flutters for him. Wrong. Terribly wrong. How vile to break the heart of our mate for a leech like him. The heat on my face quickly turned to prickling irritation. “I’m not,” I bit back. “I won’t.” I shut my eyes and focused on pushing her form my mind. It had become more difficult in the passing days; Diya was slowly ingraining herself into me; it wouldn’t be long until I couldn’t fight her off anymore.

What a pathological liar. Deciding to listen to whatever sweet words he would use on her, I opened the tether to the special bond Damian and I forged back those days. We would communicate through the bond, just the two of us. Unlike the pack's mindlink where everyone from the pack could listen into, only the two of us could use it. Who would have thought that I'd hear such shocking revelations from Alicia. And what about his ex sharing the same name as me? “ I didn't know you have an ex called Mia!" I mocked only to have him block me.

“Please sit—if you don’t mind, of course.” Of course I didn't mind. I was the uninvited one in this scenario. It was a good thing I got a good-sized towel and chose to walk out of the bathroom wrapped in it. “Sure, I don’t mind.” I made sure to sit a good distance away from her. There’s a saying: A snake doesn’t give birth to a lizard. Or was it ‘a lion doesn’t give birth to a goat’? Whatever. The point is, Diablo couldn’t be much different from his mom—the woman who raised him. She could be an older, female version of him. Do I call her Diabla?

Knees press against his sides, afraid he might stop. A finger slips inside me. It helps, but only a little. Want sharpens instead of easing. “Fuck me,” falls from my mouth without thought. A low chuckle vibrates against me, sending shivers straight through my core. “In time,” Diablo mutters. “Patience. I want to watch you fall apart first.” “That will not take long,” I breathe, “not if you keep doing that.”

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

I say to myself when I feel sparks dance up my side and I gasp as I turn and look at Calista in his wolf form, Diablo. “Let me explain.” I tilt my head back and release a frustrated howl as I scream inside before I lay down, my head on my paws releasing an exasperated huff of annoyance. I need to figure this out. I turn my head away as I think about how this has happened. “You fainted at the club. You found out that me and the three wolves behind me are your mates. Please Gaia. You have to believe me.” Diablo whimpers at me and I ignore him. I need to speak to my father.