Heat Waves Fanfic Novels & Stories

That is how I watched my old self morph into someone strong enough to face it all. I can’t say exactly how long it took, about six months maybe. And I think that because the cicle between Waves and Heats is usually around six months and I felt my body heat rise again. A consuming, sudden warmth flared inside me: familiar, contemptible. Breathing grew harder; the cell felt smaller, hotter. I tore off my shirt in a failed attempt to cool down. It was useless, this heat wasn’t from the air. It came from the hunger for Rayan pulsing up again inside me. A hunger that could only be sated by his scent, his arms, his body.

The city lights blurred into a smear of gold and shadow through the penthouse windows, but inside, the air was thick with a different kind of heat. It wasn’t just the humidity from their bodies. It was the silent, years-long promise between Leo and Marcus that had finally dissolved into sweat on the sheets. Her name was Anya. She lay between them now, her back arched against Leo’s chest, her legs spread wide over Marcus’s hips. The rule—never fall for the same woman—wasn’t even a memory anymore. It was ashes.

FUCKING MY STEPSISTER My stepsister has always been calm and looks like a nerd, but the truth is I love her that way. And when I say I love her, it’s not just family love—it’s the forbidden kind that keeps me up at night. Because she’s damn hot and sexy in that quiet, unsuspecting way.

By the time exhaustion finally hit, the hurricane had begun to weaken outside, but the fire between us still burned hot. Morning light tried to break through the heavy clouds, but the storm still raged, though weaker now. Kai and I lay tangled in his bed, bodies sticky with sweat and release. His hand stroked my back lazily while waves crashed loudly outside. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “One night with you and I’m already addicted.” I traced the lines of his chest. “Good. Because the storm isn’t over yet.” He rolled me under him, hardness pressing against my thigh again. “Insatiable, aren’t you?”

And between my legs… the heat was pooling, wet and insistent, making my thighs slick. I gasped. Heat. My first heat. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. In Silver Moon, the girls talked about it in whispers — how it crept up slow, how it made you needy but not desperate, how your mate would sense it and take care of it before it got bad. But I didn’t have a mate. Damon had rejected me. And Lucian… Lucian was here, but I’d told him to stay away. I hadn’t seen him in days.

It’s sharp, dizzying, like my body is burning from the inside out, begging to be filled, knotted, bred. And the worst part? I can’t stop thinking about him. Kellan. My brother’s best friend. Twenty-nine. Alpha. Dangerous. Silent. Always watching me like he knows I’m going to be a problem one day. Well, guess what? Today’s the fucking day. My heat hits so violently that my eyes roll back. I cry out—quietly—but it still echoes. I shove a pillow between my legs and grind on it, helpless and shaking. It’s not enough. My body knows it’s not enough. I’m panting. Sweating. Whimpering. And the scent of my heat is starting to leak into the hallway.

His mark. But I'm alone, left to suffer through my agonizing heat alone. I bury my sore face in my pillow, whimpering, as my body betrays me, demanding the one thing I cannot have – Xzen's love. It's an hour later and I'm still writhing on the wet bed. My body contorts in agony as the heat suddenly intensifies. Loud moans escape me, despite my efforts to stifle them, echoing through the room like a desperate lament.

He questioned. "Why would you want to know that?" I couldn't help but ask, why are they all so bent up to know what she was feeling about the heat? "That is no concern of yours" He replied forcefully. "Enough of the chit-chat, her reaction is a clear indication that she does not feel the heat. We should be glad" A new voice interrupted and we both turned to look as Sophie walked out of the shadow of a tree. "Freya" She acknowledged me before turning to Daren. "Humans can't go through heat" She added then stare at me.

My gift didn’t want to be sealed away. Heat pooled within me before bursting out and lashing towards her. My vision changed and as I peered out through my eyes, I saw things in waves of heat. Clara was cold and my heat surrounded her. “I didn’t know you were this bad,” Clara murmured. “You have the control of a child.” “I-”

Cool air kisses my exposed skin before his hand paws at my thigh, possessive and unrelenting. “Where’s the key, Claudia?” His fingers creep upward. “Tell me, and I can help you.” A shiver of revulsion rolls through me, cutting through the heat’s haze. My hands clamp onto the bars, pulling myself away from him, but there’s no real escape. “I don’t know,” I groan, my body rebelling. The heat makes the clothes unbearable. My skin is drenched with sweat, my hair clinging to my temples, and the pulsing ache between my legs is becoming unbearable.