Gears Of War Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Another laugh escaped me, and the tension that had been gripping my chest and neck all evening loosened slightly. FELIX: What is it with you and these comparisons? And yes, apparently, I am the weirdest one in Whitmore High. There was no need to explain further…it was a matter of time before she’d choose to abandon me for the bandwagon of Elias’ crazed fans; everyone always did NOVELLWARRIOR: I’m an eighteen-year-old girl obsessed with morally grey male leads and crazy five-hundred-year-old fictional male beings….of course, I’m a bit quirky.

Limbs, hands… heads. Chessie trembles violently as the arrow tears back in the direction it came. New warriors storm the beach–a mix of Ghosts and Teskan warriors. I hear Mom’s war cry lift above the chaos, but she’s far enough away I can’t see her. A sliver of confidence creeps back into existence, and I start to sit up, but my leg brushes Austin’s shredded torso and I see him and I– Chessie launches out of my arms. I flail, trying to grab her hand to pull her back. The mist barrels back to the shore, pushed on a phantom gust of magic.

I whisper hoarsely, Fenir rises violently, mine ,mine,mine. The bond wasn’t new, it was stolen buried amd destroyed And now it's awake and filled with anger and despair, something so sacred that was desecrated. I stagger to my feet as my bones tremble under pressure of the shift. My eyes blaze gold. And before I can't control it, the sound tears out a howl, raw and agonizing. A howl of war, the sound explodes through the dormitory, and glass shatters all around. Windows crack and burst outward as the force vibrates through the wall.

OREL POV This is all my fault, there is no way I could deny this, my future with I was planning with Themis might as well be a mirage because I used my hands to crumble everything that I was building well before. Why didn’t I stay behind yesterday as I beg for her to forgive me not even to understand where I am coming from? Gwenn is like my younger sister but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t act jealous sometimes, I knew that I didn’t punish her when she played her joke on Themis and I can just imagine how these things were placing in Themis mind, I wish she could tell me all her worries on this issue so that I would lay them to rest.

' Warriors hauled Garrick and Elara away, their protests fading down the tunnels. The pack rallied then, voices rising in determined growls. 'We stand with you, Alpha!' one shouted, fists pounding chests. Thorne nodded, but his hand squeezed mine, emotions raw— anger at the fracture, fear for us all. I related to it, this hidden world cracking under threats, mirroring my own confusion. As they dispersed to reinforce guards, the venom stirred again, not lust this time, but visions flickering at the edges.

I turned toward the door, the fire inside me a living, breathing thing. “But I’m the key. I’m the fucking lockpick.” Behind me, the engines began to growl. One by one. A pack waking up. Ready to ride. And just like that, war had a wedding date. And we were riding straight into it.

Ruby POV I woke in a haze of pleasure that quickly turned to filthy guilt. Our world was on the brink of war, a war we were barely surviving and I was whoring my body out to both Sebastian and Gabe. Worse, it felt amazing. I had both of them, back to back, their large cocks and Alpha cum inside me.

My fingers spread her ass cheeks wide, my cock thrusting into her again and again, fucking her tight channel with raw, unbridled abandon. Gia whimpered as I growled, sending goosebumps all over her body. The Beast had come out to play, pounding into her like a fiend. In an almighty roar, cum shot through my cock, redecorating the inside of her ass with my essence. My balls were still pulsing as I withdrew from her, leaking a long, gooey strand from my one-eyed warrior. Then Gia slid to one side, rolling onto her back like a boneless mess. "I love you," she panted breathlessly. "And I trust you with my life."

" ​I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white. How could I explain to my Beta that my wolf had howled for a mate that was supposed to be dead? How could I explain the scent that had haunted my nightmares? ​"I need to know who she is," I said stubbornly. "I need to get that helmet off." ​Before Marcus could argue, the heavy oak doors swung open. ​General Vesh walked in, flanked by Alaric. ​The white-steel armor was polished, scrubbed clean of the mud and black ichor from the gorge. The bone-white visor was locked in place. The terrifying, towering presence was back. Looking at the Warlord now, it was almost impossible to reconcile this imposing figure with the slender hands I

He chuffs again, leaning forward to lick my face. “Yeah, we do make a good team. Okay, you ready to shift? I’m going to hold your leg so that you don’t jerk it and snap more bones during your shift.” I set my hands on his leg and foot, above and below the injury, and then look at Arric. “Whenever you’re ready.” He begins to shift and I feel his body jerk with the pain of it. He clenches his teeth together as Warren pulls the shift, a low moan of pain the only sound that he makes. It’s soft enough that I don’t think the warriors in the main room can hear it.