Fanfiction Outlander Novels & Stories

Why did she even want to see him? Her mood denigrated into a rage directed at herself for being such a fool and not being cautious enough, and toward the Lycan for being so good-looking. If he had been more like Ron, she would not be thinking about him. With an angry jerk, she turned off her bedside lamp before going to sleep, where she dreamed that she was back on the edge of the chasm, where the Lycan saved her — if it was him. Only thing was that she was naked under him, and he was slamming himself into her with passionate, pleasuring jerks that she wished would never stop.

Even so, the Russian thought it wise to let sleeping dogs lie and was doing her best to continue on as if nothing ever happened. “Come on, don’t cry,” Fiana coaxed. “I hate it when you cry.” She wiped her lover’s tears with her sleeve. “Awe honey. I know it’s been rough lately. I took longer than normal to get my act together and you don’t need to tell me what a bear I’ve been. I know how bad I was. It’s just... this... this one was extra tough. I mean writing about men and their fantasies. What the fuck do I know about that? What kind of an assignment was that anyway? Who the fuck cares about their fantasies? It was an ass kicker for me and I know I took it out on you. I know I did and... a

“Then we’ll take the traitor out back and shoot her like the dog she is.” Yolanda starts to whimper and tries to get up from the couch, but even drunk, Gayle is faster and stronger than she is. She grabs the pregnant she-wolf and throws her back on the couch. “You went to Landon,” she snarls. “You told him about my lover.” Ice crawls through my veins like tentacles. “You have a lover?”

My voice echoed through the hall and my whole body trembled. "E-everyone knows the truth," Fiona continued, her voice masked with innocence. " What's worse is that she gets rid of her babies in her w-womb and now she's unable to bear children. She's barren." Rage rushed through my veins like liquid fire. How dare she spit such lies about me when she's the one who has been fooling around with men for years? I struggled free from Lycan Alexander's grip and took a step forward, but he still held me as my eyes locked on Fiona.

DeLorna woke up, her eyes heavy. She tossed and turned on the bed feeling tired. She hadn't done much work the day before and had only had a series of tours with Jefferson in the pack. This was what she had done throughout the week. Touring the pack wasn't much work but she was feeling tired. She remembered she had a quiet argument with Jefferson the night before. He was talking about how many babies he would love to have with her when he comes back from the war, which made her become shy and pretend to be asleep. But unfortunately, before she knew it, sleep took her away and she soon went into the fantasy world.

You were young when the incident occurred?” She nodded. Fann regarded her for a moment, trying to recall if there were any incidents she had mentioned from her youth that could cause bad dreams. “Is it a dream about being taken from your home?” She put her hand out and waved it side to side. “Is it a dream about what you imagine might happen when you return?” She shook her head and started looking around the room. Fann followed as she walked over to the empty hearth. She knelt and found a tiny bit of burnt stick that had not been swept up. Using that, she drew on the stone floor. A woman, and a small woman. “You and your mother?” She nodded, then drew a bed and an arrow from the mother to th

I added wistfully. “Friend? Lyanna, that thing shouldn’t exist. It predates human history and it’s an apex predator. It wants to eat you. Probably loves the smell of your flesh or something. You’re it’s target prey. And now it’s going to come after me too, because I’ve associated with you.” He stated dramatically and began pacing frantically. This was getting more boring and irritating by the minute. What was he? Four? Paul was either in his mid to late thirties. He was too old to be believing in fairy tales.

To my astonishment, the contents were not related to Olive, but rather, they evoked a surge of emotions within me. In a state of bewilderment, I murmured to myself, "Who... Who wrote these words?" as I revisited the text. The note revealed, ["Vera bore the child of a half-breed male wolf, not the esteemed Lycan Aaron."]

Because he just kept staring at her while she was telling the story. "Yeah? Because what---?" Andrew in a suspicious tone. Lana shrugged then decided to tell Andrew the truth. Because in fact, despite everything that had happened, she knew that the young man had long known all her weaknesses. "I've been busy, you know, being your fangirl," she admitted, followed by a weak laugh. Obviously, Andrew liked what she said because his handsome face quickly lit up. "As in, a super fan?" "Can I still be called a super fan even if I can't watch your movies because I don't have money?" she replied following what she said with a weak laugh. "Actually Mama is the real reason how I found out about you. Sh

But the betrayal and a tragedy depict the ending of said union with Allan when after a hundred years of marriage, He abandons her to wed the king's daughter of Grassland a Fae Warrior Michelle, while Vnee Medea and her son with Allan were banished from the Cold Mountain. In revenge, she murdered Michelle and the king with poisoned gifts, and afterward murdered her offspring, before fleeing to the Land of Love. And thereafter it was transformed into a wasteland; with her magic, she made sure that the Wasteland was inhabitable to anyone with unforgiving-ruthless weather. The Wasteland has been feared by many Nodders and creatures of the Land of Nod, since then, no one had dared to venture in t