Futa My Hero Novels & Stories

“He will use you in any way he wants to, and you will let him.” I clamped my hand over my mouth, stopping the gag reflex. “I'm scared,” I rasped as my eyes filled with tears. “I don't want to become completely defenseless.” “Then fight,” Heletria snarled. “The bonds that are chosen, not fated, are way more fragile. It takes a whole month for the mark to become permanent. If you fight, the higher powers will help you. You're done for only if you truly surrender.”

The caption, glowing in bold, gold letters against the blue backdrop, read: THE GHOST RETURNS: CHAMPIONSHIP RUN 2026. He was more handsome than the boy I had known,his jawline sharp, his presence more commanding even through a digital screen. He was famous. He was rich. He was the bad boy of the league, the enforcer everyone was obsessed with, and the man I had spent five years trying to forget. "We'll make it work, Valeria. I promise."

But she was ready to act, to do whatever it took to protect her father and keep her secrets safe. The darkness outside seemed to press in around them, but Miriam felt a sense of determination rising up within her. She would do whatever it took to protect her father, even if it meant putting herself in harm's way. And as she looked at Ben, she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep him safe too. He was innocent, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows. But Miriam knew, and she would do everything in her power to protect him. The game was on, and Miriam was ready to play. She would do whatever it took to win, to protect her father and keep her secrets safe. And she would star

"Look at this face, this face will appear right in front of you every time you mess with Selena. Trust me, I am a man of my word. Your parents are so stupid to even give life to you." "Y-You don't know m-me." "You know what? I admire your bravery but don't make me hate you. Don't make Ymo hate you." "Who is that? I don't care!" She is down on her knees yet her tongue is a little sharp and unshaken. Ymo is the name of my inner wolf, that man is a little possesive when it comes to our Luna and I do not know how sinful he can be just to protect Selena.

Amelia said after hours of training. “What part of I don’t know any shit about fighting didn’t you understand?” I said. “I didn’t realize that you could be this bad” She said while handing me a drink. “You do understand why we are doing this right?” She asked. “Caden gave me an overview of how” I replied. “A lot of ladies will want to fight you for your position as Luna when they find out you are a rogue” She explained. “How bad is this issue?” I asked. “It is most of the time a fight till when the other can’t continue” She said.

Her words may have been limited, but her resilience spoke volumes. "I know it hasn't been easy for you," I admitted, my voice tinged with a touch of empathy. "But I can assure you that the path to becoming my Luna is not one meant to break you. It is an opportunity for growth, strength, and the fulfillment of your true potential. Embrace it, Aurelia, and prove to yourself and to our pack that you are more than capable."

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

Damien says, rolling his eyes. “El…” Zak’s voice tries to calm me but I ignore it. “I’m not dumb. I can put two and two together. Alpha. Luna. I’ve heard those terms used before. And that wolf... I’m going to go out on a limb and say that was Alpha James.” I glance at Zak to see if I’m right and his jaw drops, giving me all the confirmation I needed. I stepped forward, away from Zak, trying to throw as much confidence behind my words as possible despite how weak I felt. “That’s what I thought. I heal your Alpha when he would have surely died and instead of saying thank you, you threaten my life. I’d be more than happy to help whenever needed, but I refuse to be kept a prisoner.”

He breathed heavily for a while before relaxing and then a slow smile spread on his red stained lips as shadows moved around him like obedient puppies waiting for their master’s instructions. “Interesting,” he murmured. “Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. My dear Kayla, I should have known that you are too strong to be rattled by just a minor threat. In fact, your power and strong character were the traits that caught my attention in the first place. You are making me more and more interested in you now…” He turned away from the moonlight, blending into the darkness once more. He smirked as he thought of the beautiful Kayla Xanders, the Feral Assassin, the only wolf in history to have ever mana

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.