Fullmetal Alchemist Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

********** The iron tang of blood hangs heavy in the air, thick enough to taste on the back of the tongue. Alpha Kael stands over Aiden, his boots splattered in red, looming like a mountain of muscle and aggression. Aiden sits on the floor, his knees drawn up, clutching the cooling body of his father against his chest. The older Beta’s skin is already turning waxy, the light gone from his eyes, but Aiden can’t let go. His fingers dig into the fabric of his father’s tunic, staining them with the sticky crimson that pumps no longer.

His gaze dropped to my throat, something flashing in his eyes. I stiffened. Slowly, he reached out, fingers brushing against my skin as he pushed my hair back. I jerked away, but he caught my chin, tilting my head. His breath hitched his brows lifting in surprise for a slight moment before a slow grin stretched across his face. Abruptly he laughed out, I could only swallow the bile in my throat wondering what it meant. “So, it’s true.” His voice dripped with amusement. “The powerful Axel, the Almighty Alpha, God’s incarnate is mated to a fragile little human.” he mocked, satisfied with the outcome.

The step and one way that little cunning JK will be taking. “Hiding in the shadows as Alliah's guardian. A guardian?” she once more wonder about that written fact that somehow will never exist. But showing that information aside for now, she continues on reading. “He falls deeply in love with the twin who should not exist. Train himself to the forbidden science of alchemy with an unconscious heart from his nature for being ‘HIS’ holder. He is an expert metal and flame alchemist, all for his love and affection for the girl bound to the destiny that will bless or curse them all.”

I was an Alpha heir, a dominant predator built to lead a pack and protect a strong, capable female mate, yet the Moon Goddess had seemingly tethered my soul to a BOY! A FUCKING BOY! How utterly ridiculous. This had to be a joke or something, but every second he crossed my mind, I knew it wasn’t. Even now, despite every attempt to force it out of mind, I could still smell the lingering scent of wildflowers and rain, and the intense desire to seek him out and claim him made me feel completely insane. I pushed the confusing, maddening thoughts away, refusing to let a ridiculous, misplaced mate bond distract me from the life-or-death mission my father had forced upon me.

I plead desperately. I'm still a virgin omega. I haven't dared put anything inside that hole yet, but simply touching it from the outside still feels good. I gently press against my entrance with my fingers, imagining it's his cock. I wonder what he's like in bed. My alpha is always gentle with everyone, so I imagine he's the kind of man who enjoys making love slowly and tenderly, with countless kisses and caresses. Just imagining his body over mine, filling me with love, is enough to make me climax lightly, staining the bed with my release.

If Sylvia gets injured, the same wound would be inflicted on you, but worse. I took a deep breath as I remembered the weird wounds that appeared out of nowhere in my previous life. Now I knew the truth. "What would happen if we embed an animal's fur into the statue in an attempt to switch fates?" Hannah's cloudy eyes widened. Then, a look of understanding crossed her face. "It works the same for any being alive. If one switches fate with an animal, they will adopt the ways of said animal, becoming a half-human, half-beast creature."

"And I am your Luna. Forever." He kissed me. A pure kiss full of promises. Under the full moon, on the land that once bled because of us, we finally found peace. My stepbrother, My alpha mate. THE END!

I pulled my helmet on and drove off from the alphas hause. I have twenty minutes to leave before the council will show up and I am not prepared to take them on today. I know that one day I will have to face them, but it won’t be today. I increased the speed on my bike and leaned into it more. I love riding my bike. It is the closest I get to running in my wolf. I still wind in my hair, but there are still things I can't seem to find a replacement for. I wish that I could run in my wolf form, but I can no longer trust my wolf… not after Percy.

My left arm is completely useless, hanging at a bizarre, unnatural angle that sends a fresh pulse of nauseating pain through my chest every time I try to twitch my fingers. “I’m going to take my sweet time breaking you,” she whispers, her thumb digging harder into my trachea, cutting off the last tiny trickles of oxygen. “And when Damon comes back from the council chambers, he can find his perfect little mate arranged neatly in the corner for the morning cleaners. The administration won’t care. A severed wolf with no lineage is barely worth the paperwork it takes to log the expiration.” The edges of my vision begin to fold into ink blackness.