Final Fantasy 15 Backstory Novels & Stories

A well-forged pact could communicate through thought alone, lift weights impossible for ordinary beings, move swiftly enough to dodge bullets. But those gifts required more than training, they demanded that one abandon humanity entirely and allow their sub-gender instincts to take full control, becoming something closer to a true werewolf. That was why many still lived human-like lives, in sports, medicine, the military, or protective services, it gave them balance before that final leap. Leaders who could forge such a pact were rare, usually emerging from royal bloodlines like the Kanzaki family. “Our parents expect too much from us, Rei,” Dante said finally.

I hadn't saved enough for university, and I wouldn’t even have a place to lay my head. I was currently in Janet’s room crying my eyes out. My mum won’t speak to me and that made it even worse. I was now regretting my actions, what was I thinking, what in the world encouraged me to date someone like Brian? Life didn't work like that. This wasn’t a fairytale, where the poor girl ends up with the rich charming prince. My crazy mind made me believe, I was going to live happily ever after with him, and what did he do? He left me to the wolves at the first chance he got!

I follow, cumming deep, her moans echoing as we slump against the wall, breathless. “You’re mine,” she whispers, kissing me fiercely. Princess, you’re killing me, in the best way. We rejoin the others, Elyria’s glow obvious, my harem smirking. Ardyn strategizes over wine, rebuilding defenses, while Kaelen vows to hunt Guild remnants, Zane scouting for news. I’m content, heart full. I rewrote the novel, saved Cillian, claimed a harem, added a princess. The story’s pull feels gone, our choices ours.

But they were listening. “I owe you an apology. For hiding the truth. For not telling you what I knew. There was once an old Bloodfang...long before my time. A different kind. A pack built by her people—Albena’s people. Everyone knows the story already of how my army saved everyone of you all from the rogues.” The air cracked with a lot of unanswered questions. At the same time, people glanced toward Aria, some whispering her name under their breath like it burned their tongues.

It was like the story that Hazel had told her back at the bookshop. The Chosen One didn’t make a sacrifice. She wanted revenge and these were the army she was after. The last war was not really the last after all. Now, the fate of mortality lies in her hand. She was the Chosen One, but she does not remember any of that, even though she has a feeling that she knew these people.

“Was it from the war?” “No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.”

She looked Good intentions are often plagued by the greedy and corrupt, no matter how hard you try to protect those you care about. FlashBack 2 ½ years ago. Stardate 01 A.R.D. exactly one year after their arrival into the unknown realm. After exiting the interdimensional superhighway called the Sea of Stars the former 15th Legion, now established a kingdom in the name of Faith and their Ancient protectors the Grey fire-frost wolf, and the 6 winged great god dragon Draug-nir. Thus the Dragon-wolf kingdom was born with the sole promise of finding a new home for the Zerrohnians before it was too late.

She had been listening, had understood the situation's urgency, and had prepared accordingly. Kael looked at the three people who were now tied to him through various forms of contract and pragmatic alliance. A Void-tier entity sealed in a merchant's disguise. A veteran knight recovering from wounds that should have killed him. A fourteen-year-old who had nowhere else to go. And himself. A foreign soul in a villain's body, with a Class that had existed three times in history and failed three times, heading toward a collapsed region to attempt building something from ruins while Imperial pursuit forces potentially closed the distance behind them.

It was a ghost of a lifetime only he was plagued to remember and hate himself for not doing anything before it was too late. Cassian Vale had always had a soft spot for Elara Voss, though he had never dared to ask for more. She belonged to his half-brother, for one. And he knew the lies they fed her—the poison they whispered into her ear about him. Dangerous. Cold. Untrustworthy. He never cared to correct them. Let them talk. He held the Blackwoods in such utter contempt that their opinions weren't worth the breath they used to utter them. He hated them before but now twice as much for the evil they had done across two lifetimes. But now, seeing her like this... he felt a ripple move through

"I know... I've been reading to try and regain memories. Nothing's worked so far, but I've learned a lot about Celie and Terrance from that bible. Apparently, they're working directly under The Union as insiders, assisting with the victory of Sandy Island." "Yeah, historically it was a disaster the entire war. Let's try not to change too much history..." Terrance gently placed the bible back on the desk, then asked. "Were you about to use this bible to impose divinity?" "Indeed... maybe it could spark some memories... because I have no trace of anything. I can barely remember my real life." Phuture confessed. "I don't even remember how to begin the divinity enchantment!" "Oh?" Terrance said.