Elite Dangerous Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You forget that you and Dane are two from the same mold, and I know how your hormonal jock brains work. Fluff it up in whatever way you can; it comes down to the same thing. I am not invading your lovey-dovey duo time to watch you two grind in the sand.” “We’re not doing that.” Elisa's little alarmed and wide-eyed chirp has Tyler leaning in and stroking her hair as though she is a tiny, fluffy little pet. All hints of cocky dispersing, and he swoops like a knight in armor. Soothing her horror at the thought of doing something dirty.

I whispered, opening my eyes to meet his dark, fiercely devoted gaze. A dark, incredibly beautiful smile touched Vane’s lips. He tilted my chin up with his thumb, his eyes darkening with a sudden, intoxicating heat that made my breath hitch. "We were never normal, Elias. You are an elite heir, and I am the man who owns the infrastructure that keeps you safe. But you are free to live whatever life you choose. As long as that life remains directly beside me." "Always," I breathed against his mouth.

"You're mad at me for getting with Kori, so you're trying to make me jealous. Everyone sees it. This is all an act to get under my skin." I stared at him harder. "Dante... you're fucking delusional." "I am NOT!" Dante barked. "You're not actually marrying that guy. And you aren't pregnant. I know that!" "Dante," I said very slowly, "I am marked. Bonded. And one month pregnant with Levi's child." Elise gasped like she was hearing the royal prophecy fulfilled. "You're lying!" "I'm not lying, idiot." "Yes you are! You're trying to hurt me and the pack! It's obvious you want me!"

I could sense right away that it did not have a happy ending. “It was just a matter of time before they both found out it was the same person. Let’s just say Elise loves her brother more than she’d ever love any guy in the world. Show him what she posted on the Elite Block.” At the mention of the Elite Block, I felt my whole body freeze up and shut down. My heart started beating rapidly and I got all sweaty. Bile rose to my throat and I felt like passing out. My limbs were shaking, but I tried to not let the guys see it as Marlow pulled out his phone and went on the website.

His eyes have moved to my ass and he’s looking at it like it’s the most tantalizing thing he’s ever seen. Eli growls in warning, causing Fanella to whimper and shiver in pleasure as Funichio looks at him, his eyes widening. “If you sink your teeth into me, I think Alpha Eli will sink his teeth into you.” I tell him, meaning it as a gentle warning. However, that’s not how he takes it.

“Sounds like someone had a very vivid imagination.” I flip another page, throat dry. The sketches are crude but explicit. Lines of charcoal showing an omega tied, blindfolded, his Alpha above him with blood smeared across both their chests. My pulse kicks. “It’s not just imagination. She wrote this like she saw it. Or… lived it.” His eyes flick over the page, then to my face. He smirks, that infuriating curl of mouth that says he thinks I’m ridiculous. “It’s just superstitious fantasies, Eli. Don’t tell me you believe this.”

"Just for your information, the only reason we're still here is out of respect for Alpha Jacob and Beta Rain, otherwise we would've left the moment you started spouting your nonsense" His body started shaking in a dangerous way, making Eliane whimper and try to pull me away from him. His eyes turned to a very scary black color swallowing the white away, few patches of fur appeared on his face and neck. His fangs elongated in a very dangerous and slow way.

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in