Dresden Files Fanfic Novels & Stories

Something has changed. I don’t know how or really even when exactly, but writing and reading my fanfic isn’t doing it for me anymore. It used to be everything, all I needed, what I lived for, and obsessed over in my limited free time but now it’s not enough. I read the words, and expect to get hot and bothered and ready to touch myself as usual, and the need just isn’t there. It’s not that it doesn’t turn me on, it’s just not as exciting. What I’m now obsessed with is having Bryce and Wyatt in real life.

Damien adjusted her hair with surprising tenderness. “Whatever happens in there,” Kael said, looking at both of them, “we face it together. No regrets.” “No regrets,” Damien echoed. Serena smiled through fresh tears. “No regrets.” They stepped out of the greenhouse hand in hand — a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch, bound by blood, grief, love, and growing desire. The final descent into the Nexus awaited. As they approached the glowing archway once more, the fusion creature had grown even stronger, now absorbing the bodies of fallen infected around it. It blocked the entrance completely and spoke with a chilling new clarity:

I started to finger my soaked and tender pussy as Drax, and Van moved as one and bit each other to seal the mating making me cum just as they started to cum. TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK 2

Caught up in the rapture of his mouth sucking at her throat, she came on his cock before the last beat of her heart carried her into undeath. When she awoke, her Sire had instructions for her. She texted Damien, lulling him into false security as she returned to their home to prepare her trap. Damien's soul howled as the darkness bled into him. And then the hunger arose. In his dark dreams, Damien's mouth watered for blood. As his body was reborn into unlife, the coppery scent of his own blood, still staining the now cold water of the bathtub, tickled his nose. He yearned to feel the hot pulse of a human's artery beneath his lips right before he sank his fangs in and drank the glorious life.

If you find such topics uncomfortable, please consider carefully before proceeding. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book DOES NOT promote grooming. The story is based on forbidden relationships and taboo bonds. In the fantasy werewolf-dragon world, mates are one soul divided into two bodies. Unfortunately, for Jax and Zara, they are related as uncle and niece. The book deep dives into the romance of a werewolf and a dragon, and the emotional turmoil that arises when fate binds two souls that should never have been connected. It explores love, loyalty, identity, and the painful consequences of destiny’s choices. This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear under

The first one was about the history of the pack, but it got kind of boring, so now I'm reading a fanfiction story about werewolves and vampires that someone wrote. Even though the werewolf and vampire story has some things in it that aren't true, I didn’t mind because I could tell it was written by a human. "Rachel," I said quietly, knowing that she was sitting behind me while I kept reading through all these papers. "Yes, Lady Denera?" Rachel answered, speaking softly and calmly. I let my thoughts linger for a moment, wondering if I should ask about what was on my mind. After carefully considering it for a bit, I decided to go ahead and ask.

"I had this... this dream last night..." Alex's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression guarded. "A dream?" he prompted. "Yes," I began, my voice trembling. "It was so vivid, so... real. We were at this club, dancing, and everyone was watching us. Your eyes changed, and I could feel the power of the moon, the werewolf in you. And then..." I took a deep breath, my cheeks flushing with heat. "We... we made love, right there on the bar." Alex's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. He stepped back, his hand on the door as if to close it. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe you had a bit too much to drink. But I can't help you with that."

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

“I love Matthew. I… I care about him. But this… this bond… it’s different. It’s… it’s real. And I don’t know how to reconcile it.” Dresden took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, his amber eyes searing into mine. “Real? You think this bond isn’t real? Mara, look at me! I’ve felt you for ten years. Every heartbeat, every thought, every fear, every desire. And now… now you’re standing here, trying to fight it? To fight us?”