Legolas/aragorn Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Silas POV “I love you, Elara. Not the High Luna who owns half my territory, not the War-Healer who saved my life with her own blood, but the woman who chose me when she had every reason to walk away forever. The mother who turned our broken pieces into something whole. The queen who stands beside me not because fate demanded it, but because she decided I was worth choosing every single day.” The words left my lips like a vow renewed under the soft glow of sunrise on the same cliff where everything had once shattered. The wind carried the salt of the sea below, whispering against our skin as golden light spilled across the horizon, painting the waves in hues of rose and amber. Elara stood pre

Arah felt the pain deep in her bones. Lokius didn’t stop. He shifted into a tiger and pounced on Arah before she could recover. The impact drove her to the concrete floor, her back slamming against the hard surface. The tiger’s claws pinned her shoulders, its weight suffocating. Hot, ragged breaths rasped from its throat as saliva dripped from its fangs, its snarling jaws lowering toward her neck.

The world around me seemed to fade away and every thought and feeling that I had before stepping into the room was now a distant memory, leaving only his warmth. When Alaric finally pulled away, he looked into my eyes, staring at them deeply with satisfaction and affection. "I'm glad that were on the same page here, Elora," he said with quickened breaths as he pushed aside stray strands of hair that fallen over my face. "I really, really am." I smiled, my breath still quickened from the kiss. "I'm glad we are." The following days proceeded with me performing my works as the Lycan King's personal servant during the day and at night, become intimate with him. I finally felt at peace and every

In the meantime, we’ll keep an eye out for Ragnar. 'Caleb. . . be careful.' “Is something wrong?” Diana asked, her sweet voice stirring him when she walked into the office. Her voice was threaded with worry, but seeing her wearing her red lace panties and bra forced the breath from his lungs. “Sinfully sexy” described his Diana. Just catching sight of her bra pushing up her already full-sized breasts . . .just a bit more and the top of her darkened nipples would be exposed. He stood up from the desk chair quickly. “Yeah, something’s wrong. Argos returned to Colorado and is still there. The message we thought he sent must have been from Ragnar.”

Familiar. Cassandra. Her golden hair was still flawless, her ceremonial gown now replaced with a regal healer’s robe. “What do you want?” I rasped. “To gloat,” she smiled. “And to inform you that I’ll be tending to Dorian now. Father says it’s only right someone worthy stands by his side.” My blood turned to cold. “You won’t touch him.” She laughed. “Oh, but I already have. He’s resting peacefully, thanks to me. And soon… he won’t even remember you were his mate.”

"Esteemed members of the Iron Flame pack, I extend heartfelt greetings to each one of you. Today marks a momentous celebration for all. The Ironwolf is pleased to share the joyous news of Jarl Kristoff's engagement to the daughter of the Moonshadow pack, Maddie Rosenberg." Ari stood frozen as the crowd erupted in excitement. A portrait of shock etched across her features, blinking continuously as she struggled to contain her own emotions. The news seemed to immobilize her, leaving her unable to process the unfolding revelation. “Ari…listen to me…” I attempted to approach her, concern etching my own expression. But she deflected my attempts, pushing me away with a silent urgency that spoke vo

Arthur heard what they were saying behind him, and his eyes filled with sorrow. He'd already severed his mate bond with me, so why was his heart aching so much? He weakly leaned against the wall. Even though he was bathed in the light of the setting sun, he didn't feel any warmth at all. On the contrary, he only felt a deep chill. Arthur dared not even breathe too deeply. My departure seemed to have left him with a searing pain that seeped deep into his bones. Soon, Lilian appeared in a lavish outfit, wearing a tiara made out of moonstone. She crouched down and gently patted Arthur's hand, saying, "Arthur, when are we having our bonding ceremony? I can't wait to be your mate!"

Oh that nose he missed so much. ‘I don’t think out family is quite big enough. Plus I miss the weight in my arms.’ She seductively spoke as her hands moved down his body. That was it Asrar lost all concentration. He didn’t care it was a dream he was going to find them a bed. His Angel wanted him she was going to get him. All of him. His growl gently ripped out of him as he planted his lips on hers and his hands found her nice round cheeks. He squeezed them as he hoisted her up so his legs supported the both of them. He didn’t let her lips go as he ran for the cottage a distance away. He was going to make love to his Angel, he was going to make her scream his name. She was going to be complet

“I don’t even remember it.” “But that is the truth,” Arnold said. No hesitation. No smile to soften it. “I looked for you because I promised I would make you mine.” I let out a short breath, almost a scoff. “Arnold… I’d believe you grew a second head before I believe that.” His expression didn’t change. “Then I’d be lying,” he said simply. That should have annoyed me. Instead, it unsettled me. “Have you ever heard the saying,” he continued, voice low, “love like a lycan?”

* Arlene’s POV * I woke up with the weight of last night’s humiliation pressing down on me. My heart ached, but I knew I couldn’t let it break me. Staying away from Mago wasn’t an option—not now, not ever. If I didn’t fight for this marriage, who would? The thought terrified me, but I also knew the truth: love wasn’t always soft and tender. Sometimes, love was a battlefield, and I had to be willing to endure the pain if there was any chance of saving us.