Dresden Files Fanfic Novels & Stories

"'YOUR' only lead, not ours. You should stop reading those Twilight novels. Next thing, you'll say Taylor Lautner entered your room in the night and whisked you away in his big strong arms." "Stay out of my fanfiction, Dorian! Knock it off!" Maddie growled and punched him on the arm. Scarlett blinked at the thought, Maddie reads Twilight Saga novels? And mostly, she favored werewolves over Vampires. Typical fangirl. But then she wondered if she could ask her if she had the Midnight Sun edition. "Well, I hypothesize that they're an extraterrestrial race posing as humans and they're looking for more hosts," Zack exclaimed.

She looked up at Kael, tears shimmering in her eyes, disbelief giving way to a twisted delight and barely restrained excitement. She glanced at Kael’s resolute expression, then at me. The fear deep in her bones was slowly replaced by warped triumph. She took a deep breath, loosened herself slightly from Kael’s hold, and slowly raised her hand toward me. Countless vampire gazes fell upon my back. Just before her fingertips could reach my cheek. I seized her wrist and held it in midair. Her palm hovered inches from my face, unable to move any closer. The cold from my fingers seeped into her skin.

Drex couldn't understand her sudden shift. "Please differentiate between being a fan and 'liking' someone. They are different!" Elea lied to cover her feelings. "I’m disappointed. I really thought you liked me," Drex said, sounding sullen. "Didn't you say there’s no romance between Lycans and humans? Why should I like you? That would just be a waste of my time!" Elea added, her voice a bit harsher than intended. Hearing her words, Drex fell silent. He climbed back into the front seat next to Flo and stared out the window. He didn't speak again until they reached the apartment, where reporters were already swarming, desperate for information on the dating rumors.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

“You tell me you don’t want to be caught alone with me. Then you appear at my door? What is going on, Ana?” Ana breathed heavily as her body prepared for what his kiss promised her. She resisted, groaned as her thighs clenched. Their eyes glowed red with their response to each other. Fangs predominantly showed between both their swollen lips. His hips ground into her pelvis, enticing her unreasonable desire for him to couple with her. Ana’s mind instantly jumped the track, and she couldn’t remember why she’d come to his room.

She moved closer to him and Damien lowered his head and sucked judiciously on her breasts, while she stroked his dick gently. Then a thought entered her head. She was making out with a werewolf. Would she turn into one too if they carried on? “No you won't. You're making out with the human version of a wolf” Damien said with a small grin. “Y… you can hear my thoughts?” She asked surprised and stopped stroking. “Yeah” Damien nodded and shut his eyes as he squeezed her hand tight on his dick and she resumed her duty. “What else can you do?” Jade asked amused.

Third Person's POV Roman thought it would be weird and uncomfortable being around him; after all, he had sex with his mate just before they met. But to his surprise, they get along really well. Dylan comes from the same situation as he did. Just like himself, he was rescued from a feeding facility. The only difference is that Dylan is an elf/Vampire hybrid, whereas he is a dragon/Vampire hybrid. Both were born in a place of hell and rescued by the very people who held them captive.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Elara’s POV Dawn's first light filtered through the chamber's narrow windows like reluctant intruders, casting pale gold streaks across the rumpled linens and our entwined forms. The air hung heavy with the scent of us—ozone-laced embers, sweat-slicked skin, and the faint, metallic tang of magic spent in ecstasy's forge. Alexander's body pressed against mine, storm-heated and unyielding, his chest rising and falling in sync with my own ragged breaths. The bond thrummed between us, a living current of unrestrained need, wolves still rut-tangling in mental echoes—savage claims and yields that left my flames idling low, sated but ever-hungry for more.

Orlo grins; his hand rests around Amara’s shoulders. “All the best, you two.” Dylan blesses like an old soul. Since the kidnapping incident, our dynamics have changed a huge deal. Verena and I became a couple. Orlo and Amara, though, keep saying that they are best friends. I can clearly smell situationship between them. Dylan and Julia strangely seem to get along, though Julia shows open hatred towards us vampire brothers. “Come on now.” Verena nudges her best friend. “Smile a bit, will you? It's my first relationship after all.