Lara Croft Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Two shots rang out, finding their mark, but Lara remained standing, seemingly unfazed. Dismissing the pain, she removed the bullet lodged in her skull with one hand, while the other continued to squeeze the life out of the old man, his feeble struggles futile. Vivian and Dr. Ellen watched in horror as Lara snapped the old man's neck, causing his lifeless body to crumple to the ground. Clara, unaware of the chaos unfolding around her, remained oblivious, as the impending full moon drew near. Lara redirected her attention towards Vivian and Dr. Ellen, her smile taking on a malevolent twist. “Who will save you ladies now?" she asked, her voice dripping with cruel anticipation.

"Don't cry, Lara. We fans are all here for you!" "Let's find out who she is! We'll make sure everyone knows what kind of person she is. Let's see if she still dares to bully Lara after that!" My phone started buzzing nonstop as countless unknown numbers began flooding in. One hateful message after another popped up, filled with vile insults. Some people even sent disturbing images filled with malicious curses. I sat there on the sofa, calmly watching the dirty scrap of fabric displayed on the screen. Inside it were the gold threads that Kiara Cruz had painstakingly sewn in until she wore herself out.

"A bride? You think she can play the part of a Vane wife?" "I think she can play any part she needs to if she’s hungry enough," Adriana replied. She reached out and flicked a wet strand of hair from my forehead. "I'll help her. I'll turn this little ghost into a goddess. In exchange, I want front-row seats to the downfall of the Crestview family. I’ve always hated that stepmother of yours, Lara. She has such... common tastes." I looked between the two of them. The monster and the puppet master. They were offering me the world, but it felt like walking into a cage.

Not phantoms, but alternate versions of herself, fragments pulled from the river of what-ifs. One Elara strode down the avenue, a crown molten to her scalp, her lips sewn shut with silver wire, her eyes hollow with the weight of rule. Another knelt in a garden grave, holding a daughter Elara had never borne, her body racked with sobs over a war she never escaped. A third Elara wore a wedding band and Lucien’s smile, but her eyes were empty, her laughter brittle, her world quiet and cold. Each specter reached for her, murmuring:

Lara ignored her. She got down from the horse and walked to the arena. Cage held her hands just before she entered the arena. "Remember the outcome doesn't matter but please beat the hell out of her for us," he whispered to her ear and let go of her. Fayn's eyes were blazing with jealousy. She hated the show of affection. She vowed to disfigure Lara's face so she becomes unrecognizable. Lara entered the arena and started jogging around to warm up. Fayn laughed at her.

Both Lara and Aurora. " Okay girls here's Lycan Thinker, my fiance " Lara turn around to stare at Lycan while Aurora did the same. Immediately the glass cups in the ladies's fingers dropped from their hands. " Oh my. Why could someone so beautiful? " Lara was first to mutters weakly. " Oh look exactly like Lycan myth Lara, don't you know? " Aurora Whispers but Lara only laughed out loud. " He can't be. Lycan was said not to survive in any place except his cave "

“Alpha Lara is the long-lost daughter of Elder Alpha Gareth. From what I gathered, he found her—or she found them—shortly after her banishment. She went straight to Frost Fang and was taken in. No one seems to know the full story of their reunion. But within two years, she challenged the sitting Alpha… and won.” I sat up slowly, elbows on my knees. “Challenged and won? Against who?” “Former Alpha Ryker.” Gideon’s jaw tightened. “She ended it in under five minutes. No one saw the fight clearly—Frost Fang closed ranks fast—but the rumors say she fought like someone who had all the powers in the world.” I stared at the dark fireplace across the room, mind racing. Lara. The same woman I’d once w

I promise you it will be worth it. And for those of you wondering about Lucas... well, guess what? He will get his own story too. Here’s a little hint, it involves an age gap, and maybe even a little sugar-daddy energy?? But kidding aside, I can’t wait for you to see the man he becomes. So once again, thank you so much for reading The Unwanted Wife. Thank you for crying, hoping, and growing with my characters. Thank you for believing in Lara’s journey, for hating Lucas when he deserved it, and for softening when he finally broke.

Just as I stood up with the intention to stand up and search for her, the flurry and rush of footsteps came from the corridor before the door was opened. “You little slut thought you could save your way out of this!?” Lara yelled as she lunged at me in one clean jump. Lara was a full three years older than me, she had gotten her wolf three years ago too and had cried bitterly about not being mated to Huxley. “Just so you know, Huxley hates the very air you breathe. Unless you leave, your papa and that useless best friend of yours won’t be released from the Alpha’s dungeon.” She informed me with a gloating smirk.

“And I don’t want to scare you.” Fallon scoffed. “Baby, I already flirted with thin air on a public road. The scare already happened.” Elara exhaled, slow and shakily. “You know the current book I am writing, right?.” “I know you disappear into your laptop like it’s another dimension,” Fallon replied. “Yes.” “I created characters,” Elara said. “Too vividly. Too much. And one of them, Marek, he… crosses boundaries.” Fallon’s smile faded. “I know Marek. We all know Marek. The universe knows Marek. You made it so goodamn obvious, but crosses what kind of boundaries?”