Legolas/aragorn Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The faster he fuck me, the more tears run down my face, and the more I cry, the more he fuck me harder and deeper as if I was his sex slave or slut. Not to mention that his dick was huge more than 10 inches. yes, his dick was bigger than Russell's dick. because Aragon was an alpha

If it weren't for Ara's presence he had already broken that damn finger. Ara seems to read his mind. She instantly pushed Hunter's finger the other way it had to be making a crack sound. It got dislocated and he cried in pain. "You damn halfwit, who do you think you're pointing your finger at? Don't you know he's a lot older than you?" Vanluke couldn't deny himself how proud he is to pick her for a wife. She analyzed it quickly that his brothers' position is dire. Not to mention outnumbered. But wait, did she just say a lot older? (-_-;)

“Like good mafias always do.” II. The Vision of Aragorn Later that night, as everyone prepared for the coming infiltration, Elias sat quietly with young Aragorn cradled in his arms. Cassian sat beside him, watching his baby brother with wide, curious eyes. Suddenly, Aragorn’s tiny hand reached out and pressed against Elias’ chest. Elias gasped — and his eyes glazed over. A vision struck him: A world of white fire. The Hollow Throne burning, its pillars cracking. The Hollow King screaming as his form fractured.

He sensed her nerves and was aching to reach out and touch her. But when she saw him and took that step toward him, he breathed, only realizing then that he'd held his breath. Then his racing heart calmed, and his soul soothed. Zayne quickly followed suit, and soon they were standing chest to head. 'Exquisitely divine, our mate is so beautiful inside and out.' Aragorn drawled, his voice husky. 'Indeed, we are lucky bastards, aren't we?' 'Yes, we are.' Aragorn concurred.

I felt helpless, so I lied that I just had a cold and pushed him to leave. However, he held my hand and kissed my fingertips. His gaze brimmed with deep affection as he said, "The pack is important, but that's my responsibility. You're different, Estella. You're my heart. What use is power to me if my heart is ailing?" He had said such beautiful vows back then. Later, even as my body grew weaker and I was nearly anemic, it felt worth it to me as long as he was well. That was until three months ago, when Ares returned on a rainy night. He was covered in blood and holding a barely-alive Rogue in his arms—Arthene.

My best friend, Lena, and I were dragged into an ancient werewolf kingdom. The Moon Goddess gave us one chance to return home, back to our pack and fated mate: Earn the trust of the ruthless Lycan Prince and the savage Rogue King. But the mission became a nightmare. The Lycan Prince shattered my ribs and threw me into a rogue prison. The Rogue King bound Lena’s legs with silver chains and burned away her voice. For two years, we lived like stray. Then, when the Moon Goddess finally announced our failure, the Lycan prince standing before me removed his mask. It was my fated mate all along, Jace. The Rogue King revealed himself as Rowan—Lena’s fated mate as well. “It was only a punishment,” Ja

So, he braced himself to say, "Calm down, Kael. There might be a misunderstanding. Arya adores you, so why would she ever cheat on you?" With Father speaking up on her behalf, Arya steadied her trembling breath and mustered the courage to say, "He is your son. Half-beasts with fox tails aren't unheard of, and look at his eyes; they're just like yours!" She pointed at the cub's tightly shut eyelids and desperately tried convincing Kael to accept it. Kael's eyes burned red with fury, and he was trembling all over as he fought to hold himself back. "You think I'm a fool?" he snarled.

Or maybe I was turning into one of these loony bins. Legolas was probably the average weirdo with mommy issues. I must remind him of his mom or something equally gross. You heard me; he was Christian, the Legolas from The trilogy we all know and loved. I heard the King himself did the deed. Aragorn, a burly scary mother-fucker, who is head nurse/guard. In this, prison forced upon me. Not one of my own making, at least I don't think so.

Except for maybe trying harder to get Emlin to open up to her and maybe even saving her life. Jess sees a lot of Emlin in Arina; she’s strong, brave, and capable just like her mother. She was so happy when Jonathan figured out, she was his mate; though she was worried because Arina was still so young. But seeing the two of them together in the present days, with Arina expecting a child of their own, Jess couldn’t be happier to see her once broken family, once again becoming whole. Even if Regan, who died when Jonathan was barely 18, wasn’t there to see it.

But Damien was unaware that the woman he loves and Orlean are planning something bad on him And on the day of their wedding, Faviona gifted Damien a necklace as a sign of her love for him. But that necklace was from the fangs of the oldest werewolf, Arian. Arian is the queen of werewolves. She is the most powerful werewolf in their history. Even though she is very old, she still doesn't die easily because her life depends on her sharp fangs. No one knows how her fangs became powerful because even Arian does not know where its power came from.