Fierce Reads Novels & Stories

My vision was a bit pitiful, but the scents that came off of them gave me a better idea of who exactly had decided to jump me. Tyler was the first scent that hit me, which instantly made me growl. I smelled a mixture of jaguar and lion after that. More jaguar than lion. They began to close in on me, causing me to jump back. I kept blinking 'til my vision was clearer, though it was doing nothing for the headache that was starting to grow. I examined the clear figures in front of me and noticed that not a single one was unarmed. Bats, pipes, and crowbars were gripped tightly as I stood and got into a fighting position. I ignored the three lions, one of which being Nico's Beta, and the one unkn

he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes with fear. Then he tasted her lips, making gentle moves. But it was not for long, suddenly the kiss became harsh and passionate. And he explored each corner of her mouth, biting her lips along. She didn't resisted and let him do whatever he wants but neither responded. He couldn't get enough of it and put his left hand on her breasts and knead them with force. She didn't realize when his hand sneaked behind her back and unclasped her bra. He took of her bra harshly and threw it beside the bed. Then his lips travelled down her neck, marking there. He was not getting enough, giving her hickeys all way along he travelled down and on her blossoms. He

A fierce and stubborn woman who makes Alby interested and challenged to get it. MEET ALESSIA MIKHAYLA__ is a beautiful 'secret agent' who is famous for being fierce and stubborn. Women who are free and don't like being regulated let alone being restrained seem to hate a lot of things. Including, Albyazka Stefano. Since their first meeting which could not be said to be good as well as other unexpected meetings that left a lot of bad events, Alessia's space for movement was limited. Alessia hates it. Hates the limitations of life like a pet bird because of Alby's actions as he claims to be a lover in front of the media.

She sounded like she was about to cry again. "Um this is awkward." I had to voice out. I could not read the emotions off of Greg's blank face. He just stared at her like she had lost her mind. "Is she your new partner?" She pointed a finger at me and turned to look at me before he could respond, "run, run as fast as you can, this man is a demon and he will play with your emotions, you will kiss everything you had goodbye and you will regret ever being a part of his game, so I'm advising you, run away as-'' she kept ranting into my head but was cut short by Greg. He held my wrist and pulled me towards the exit

Fierce. I saw him through the blaze — his golden eyes wide, his body bleeding, burned, broken, yet still reaching for me. His claws dug into the ground as he crawled closer, refusing to let me go. “Fight it!” he shouted, his voice shaking. “Do not let them take you! Stay with me!” My chest cracked. My heart screamed. “I’m trying,” I whispered, tears sliding down my face even as fire poured from my hands. “I don’t want this!”

“Wasn't trying to be funny” What was Floyd on about? The Bloodfangs were the pack’s sworn enemies. And his mother, rarely spoken about. Like some sickness in the air. What did she have to do with that?. “But the Blood fangs…they're monsters–murderers” Floyd studied him for a while, then exhaled through his nose in a loud sigh. “Figures. They’d rather let you wander blind than choke on the truth.” His mouth opened and shut again. “Nope. Don't even think about it," Floyd told him.

LUCIAN Her words hit harder than claws to the chest. “I feel suffocated. Can I go outside?” For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. My wolf roared so loud inside me it nearly split me open. No. Mine. Not safe. Never safe. I forced the word out, sharp as a blade. “You can’t do that.”

Their emotions bled into one another, feeding her power, building it into something colossal. The air itself trembled. Several witches backed away, true fear in their eyes. Wolves circled more cautiously now, uncertain. Rowan landed beside her, chest heaving, claws dripping. “That’s it, witch. Give them hell.” Lucien appeared at her other side, silver eyes glowing, his fangs wet and beautiful. “Now let’s end this.” Together, they surged forward. Rowan was a wildfire. He tore through wolves with unstoppable force, his claws ripping through fur and bone, his roars echoing like thunder.

She was fighting with pure rage; her strikes were erratic and violent. All I have to do is wait for an opening. With her swinging like this, there will be one soon. I side-stepped one of her wild punches and connected with an explosive left hook that stumbled her. I pressed the advantage, unleashing coordinated combos that pushed her back, but the combination of rage and will that fueled her made her impervious to pain.

Ignis looked me in the eyes and declared firmly, “No matter what happens, you must not go after Fierce.” Confused, I questioned the importance of Fierce and why she was so crucial to Ignis's conditions. Ignis stared at me seriously and revealed, “Fierce is the daughter of a Genuine Alpha. If you get involved with a lineage of that level, you'll be signing your own death sentence.” “Fine, Ignis. I promise, I will never go after Fierce, no matter what happens,” I replied, trying to sound convincing. Ignis nodded, satisfied with my promise. However, the burden of my choices and lies remained on my shoulders as I desperately tried to maintain appearances and preserve what was left of my relation