Impregnation Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"…and you'll get your throat ripped out — again." "Once. He did that once." Alex elbowed me and took a position in front of the fire. "You did what you had to do." "Right." My voice sounded hollow, funny, because I felt hollow, like an empty shell. "And now I'm bonded — to someone I don't love. Tell me, how does that work out in all those romance novels Stephanie likes to read?" Alex ignored me as another one of Genesis's screams rocked the mansion. She was transitioning, meaning, for a human, she would be going into an absolute frenzy to be with me. I should be pleased.

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

The room seemed to spin around me and I raised one hand to clutch Mami’s skirt tightly. “What is she talking about?" Tears I didn’t realize I was holding leaked from my eyes. “Your majesty, please reconsider,” Mami begged. “You can’t seriously want to wed her to that cretin. Selena has bright blue eyes! Ringed with gold. If she were a man, she would be a lycan, and now you want to marry her off to that black-eyed monster?!” “He’s a prince! A more eligible match than the Beta she tried to marry."

-Aline- If I were normal, he would have knocked the breath out of me. Instead, the ferocity of his desire inflames mine for him. My inability to give or refuse consent ignites my anger. I still hate him, I still hate this. But I can't seem to stop myself. This is not what I imagined imprinting would feel like. God, please don't let this be an imprint. If it is, this is exactly what Jian described imprinting to be. Lust, plain and simple.

Roxanne's POV The door opened and the music hit first, then the heat, then the eyes. Every single one of them. The conversation near the entrance didn't stop immediately, it stuttered, like a record skipping, and then the whispers started moving through the room in a wave I could physically track from face to face. Is that Roxanne Sinclair?" "No fucking way." "Since when does Blackwood date Omegas?" "Holy shit, she's actually hot!" I kept my chin up. Tyson's hand sat flat against the small of my back, warm and steady, and I felt him lean slightly closer without breaking step.

He thought she smelled irresistible, he saw her beauty as mesmerizing, he adored her but he didn't realize what had truly happened because he never expected it to happen again. " The other way" he heard Elora say, pulling him out of his thoughts. She was still shaking in his arms because even though she did not know it because he told her it doesn't itch, her body was indeed still itching and she was not aware of it because he has imprinted on her and she basically would do and think whatever he says.

“I’m only on the Council because no one else wanted the job. But all members have to be married and I’m not. We’re looking at strengthening our race and right now, the best idea anyone can come up with is a werewolf-vampire hybrid.” “Daphne would be so smug right now.” I giggled. The wine was going straight to my head. Of course it was. I hadn’t eaten for hours. “She’s my best friend.” “I didn’t think you were allowed friends once you found your precious Mates.” Adrian smirked, flopping down onto the sofa. “What’s your problem with Mates?”

He'd proven, over and over again, that it worked better than anything in this damned world. "You are my desire, Poppet," he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. "You're far too good to be a hobby." His nose brushed the skin beneath my ear; the inhale he took was hungry, primal. And the more time I spent with him, the more feral my wolf became. The more deranged she grew. She wanted a mark. His mark. And the way the veins in his neck rose and the faint sound of his canines threatening to break through made it clear—he was holding the same urge back by a thread.

I rise up from the floor, agitated. Dorian and I stand there, shocked. I look around worriedly. “WHAT DO YOU PLAN ON DOING TO US?” I scream, feeling trapped. The voice comes back with a condescending tone. “Well, my little Jelena. You’re going to show Dorian here a good time. If you know what I mean.” I look at the hole, horrified. “Are you out of your mind? I’m not doing anything with Dorian.” I look towards Dorian, who is looking as horrified as I am. I turn back to the hole, determined. “I don’t have to do anything.” A laugh resounds around the room. “Well, my dear. Unfortunately, you will have no choice. You see, Dorian here is an alpha. When alphas feel the urge to mate- they take. Now…

And just when I thought he would pull out and let me catch my breath, I felt him hardening inside of me, and I forced my eyes open to glare at him, wondering what he was up to, “Come on, sweet pea, relax and let the impotent guy satisfy himself, huh?” he teased, making my eyes go wide as I realized that he was out to get me. I’m getting punished for insulting him in front of my friends. I know I deserve it, but I couldn’t match his stamina anymore. He was like a royal stallion, banging me on every angle, making me scream out his name as he made me cum over and over again, bringing me more orgasms than I can count.