Forgotten Realms Fanfiction

In a world torn by ancient enmity between werewolves and vampires, the prophecy of two star-crossed lovers unfolds. Adrian, a werewolf, and Seraphina, a vampire, discover an illicit connection that mirrors a love story from a million years ago. As they navigate the treacherous path of forbidden love, a child born of their union becomes the key to a prophecy, destined to be a powerful and feared ruler. Faced with the impending chaos, Adrian sacrifices their love to protect Seraphina and their child, sparking a cataclysmic war. In the aftermath, their resilient love defies destiny, bringing about an uneasy peace and a new era where boundaries blur, and hope reigns. Amidst this fragile peace, whispers emerge of a forgotten prophecy that could either unite or destroy both worlds. Will Adrian and Seraphina's enduring bond withstand the weight of ancient destinies, or will their love become the catalyst for a darkness neither realm can escape?

Luxian Maxwell’s life was already spiraling—a terminal diagnosis, haunting dreams, and a sense that something about him just didn’t add up. Then came Damien. Cold, powerful, and unsettlingly familiar, Damien claims Luxian is the reincarnation of a girl who once betrayed him. But the more Luxian tries to escape, the deeper he falls into a web of forgotten lives, supernatural forces, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Why does no one remember Mr. Wilson’s death? Why does Damien’s touch feel like a memory? And why is Luxian changing? As his dreams blur into reality and deadly truths surface, Luxian must confront the terrifying possibility: He’s not just being punished for someone else’s sins. He might be the key to unleashing something far worse.

His iron grip fastened around her waist with every second she tried to push him off. "Let go of me," she gritted. "Why should I let go?" He asked devilishly. Nibbling her earlobe "Have you forgotten you're my mate." "It's about time everyone knew you're mine." He teased with his now exposed teeth gently nibbling her skin. "Mine." She heard him growled out before his sharp canines bit into the crook of her neck... In no time she felt a strange heat dripping down her neck, it was blood gushing out from his bite. "Oh, My God! I can't believe Edward just marked me." She pondered.

Once childhood friends, now reluctant strangers—Lady Clara Valdemont and General Darrell Storm are bound by an arranged marriage meant to unite two feuding houses. Once allies, the Storms and Valdemonts were torn apart by betrayal and bloodshed. Now, the kingdom’s fragile peace rests on the shoulders of a bride and groom who barely speak. As Clara walks down the aisle, memories of the boy who used to tease her and teach her how to fish clash with the man waiting at the altar—stoic, cold, and unreadable. Darrell has not forgotten the past, nor has he forgiven it. Their vows are spoken through clenched teeth, their first kiss a mere brush on the cheek. This is not a love story born of fate—it is one that must fight to be written. In a kingdom of politics, pride, and pain, can two broken hearts learn to beat as one again?

In the fifth year of my marriage, I've done something incredibly stupid. I've cast out Monica Jackson's favorite boytoy, Billy Greenwood, out of the country in hopes that she will return to my side willingly. But when Monica finds out about Billy's disappearance, she chooses to not say anything. Instead, she forces my family into bankruptcy overnight. My father is forced to kneel before her, whereas my mom's hair has turned gray. Now, Monica stands before me with a stormy look as she gets ready to beat me up. "It's my fault for being far too nice to you, Julian. You've completely forgotten your place because of that. Now, it's your turn to have a taste of what it feels like to suffer to the point of craving death."

Wolfless?” “No. She’s what monsters fear.” Athena Reed lost everything after her eighteenth birthday; her family, her wolf, her world. But what rose from that ruin was far from broken. They called her cursed. She rose as a queen. Returning in disguise to her fated pack, Athena faces betrayal from the mate who once claimed her. She's rejected, punished, and humiliated by the one she came back for. She hides her wolf to protect the pack, but they mock her as pathetic. Then secrets begin to crack. A forgotten bond. A hidden mate. A curse whispered through bloodlines. As the truth unravels and a darker enemy rises, Athena must protect her unborn child, reclaim what was stolen, and end the war that threatened to claim all she loves. She’s not the girl they broke. She’s the curse breaker.

MATURE CONTENTs present 🔞+ (Don't read if you can't Handle it) Selena Would go to any length to save her dying kid brother even if it means having a one night stand to raise the money. Her one night stand turned out to be who she never expected, the arrogant dude she had collide with in the restroom earlier on. ROBERT FIN was going to give her the money but on his own terms and that's being his tool of pleasure for two weeks. Despite how ridiculous the condition sounded, she was in. Anything to save her brother. Unknownest to Selena, Robert would be her worst nightmare. He will make her regret that very decision. But then How long will it take for Robert Fin to find out that Selena was the girl from his past, his long forgotten past. The girl who changed how he once viewed life.

My husband and I go on a road trip back to my hometown before Christmas. I want to ride shotgun, but he chases me to the backseat so his female colleague can sit in front. He says, "Isabel gets carsick easily. You are my wife, so you should be more considerate of her." He seems to have forgotten that I'm pregnant—my morning sickness is at its peak. Halfway through the journey, he and Isabel Slater start smoking. They make me throw up. The smell disgusts them, and my husband wants to teach me a lesson. He and Isabel leave me at the rest stop. Unbeknownst to them, my family is already waiting there. This time, I'm going back with them and getting an abortion and divorce. Later, my husband is filled with regret when he learns the child is gone.

(Completed) He rolls his eyes, "Quit acting like you aren't absolutely aware of everything you have been doing with your eyes for a while now." "I'm not," I insist, my eyes trying to stay focused on him "lusting over you is different from doing the deed, and I haven't forgotten what you have done." He makes his way over to me and stops only when his body is a few inches away from mine and I can literally feel the heat coming off of his as I try to stay still. "Then punish me, chain or tie me up, whip me with whips, slap me, kick me, scream and call me names if you want and take your frustration out on me. Let me try to make it up."

Anya Sawyer and I have been married for eight years. In that time, she brought 99 men back home. One day, I found myself looking at the 100th young man she had brought home ever since we got married. He shot me a taunting look before turning to Anya. "Ms. Sawyer, is this your useless husband?" Anya leaned into her seat and replied with a lazy yes. The young man patted my cheek with a grin. "Tonight, I'll show you what a proper man is capable of." … That evening, I was forced to sit in the living room and listen to their moans all night long. The next morning, Anya ordered me to prepare breakfast for her as usual. I refused. She seemed to have forgotten our marriage was by contract. That day just so happened to be the third-to-last day of our contract.