Fanfic Archive Novels & Stories

"I don't flee from ghosts!" "That's not a ghost, Kieran! That's a delete key!" I grabbed his arm, pulling him back from the ledge as the grey fog began to climb the cliffs with impossible speed. "If that mist touches you, you don't die—you just never existed! We have to find the Archive. It’s the only place in the South that’s 'Hard-Coded'!" "The Archive?" Rowan asked, already turning his horse. "The Old Library under the palace?" "Yes! It’s built into the world’s 'Core Logic.' It’s the only place the Draught can’t reach!"

"The answer to the question is: There is no answer. Only the choice to ask it. The lock was the key. The vault is open." Attached was a data packet. It was not the dangerous science of Project Arachne. It was something else. It was a personal archive. Jay Bianchi’s private, unsent letters. To Rafe. To Elara. To Kael as a child. To the ghost of his father. To the Contessa. To the Librarian. They were not love letters. They were battle reports, philosophical treatises, cold calculations, and on rare, startling occasions, fragments of poetry about light on water and the shape of a thorn.

New generation characters, new tales, new love~ The release of Fangs And Witches Book 1 should be expected SOON! Hopefully, you'll continue to support it. Love lots~ theoria

See yah next Arc History~ _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER TWENTY- SEVEN ~

My cheeks hotter than the stove, embarrassment flooding me; my friends were eye fucking my stepdad right in front of me? Like literally. Mike shifted awkwardly, sensing the tension and muttered. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it,” before turning and retreating to the living room. The second he was gone, Ari spun on me. “Girl, spill the beans; who the fucking hell is that hot hunk?! Those arms? That ass? I’d climb him like a tree.” “Hmm hmm hmm,” Steph hummed, fanning herself dramatically. “Pleased as fuck. Spill Yara.”

She indicated the nightgown. "It's Lucy's. I told her she could have it back if she came to see me tomorrow afternoon." Julia shrugged. "Sometimes we can move things about here and they move in the real world, but mostly the Consensus puts them back. Hey, you're obviously pretty strong at this, maybe you've got the will to make it happen." Michael thought of the Lucy-slave that might be turning up at his home tomorrow and hoped that he did have the will. "What's 'the Consensus'?" Michael asked.

She raised her heart-shaped ass up to meet his frenzied thrusts and tried to keep her shrill screams of pleasure somewhat muted in the early morning silence. Marcy recovered quickly and watched the tableau with rising passion. Her own anus was quivering and remained still gaped after her own recent anal impalement but she was caught up in being witness to the mulatto girl's anal penetration only inches from her face. The kinky businesswoman pushed her beautiful face into the point of coupling and kissed and licked both the vampire chief and the trembling mulatto girl with her fevered lips and greedy tongue. Lafitte chuckled and shoved all four of his fingers into the human's gaped anus. It w

Read it back. It wasn't finished. I could feel the places where it wasn't finished — where there was more to say that I didn't have the language for yet, or the distance. But that was alright. It didn't need to be finished tonight. It could go in the archive box with Mara Fenn's documents and the loyalists' letter and the founding Alpha's correspondence, and I could add to it when I had more. I folded it. Wrote Ren on the front. Put it in the archive box.

"I haven't read of him in your history." Marcus owned the only known text of beastkind and vampire lore in North America. He brought the heavy volumes with him when he left Europe. Amy was fascinated by the history that humans would find dark but fanciful, similar to Grimm's Fairy Tales. Much of the text was handwritten, which Amy spent hours deciphering. Her journalistic background needed an outlet and the books provided her with the tools to try to understand who and what she really was.

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"