Light Fury Vore Novels & Stories

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

Lighting flickered for a brief moment along the path I was on and a cry rang across the woods in the voice which I identified as Lyra's. We dashed there before more damage could be done and to my surprise, the damage had been done, but not to whom I expected. Bodies hanging on trees with guts hanging on the branches and dripping blood. It was a gory sight. Lyra was lying on the floor writhing in pain. Franz must have struck her with that lighting Holding his hand in a firm, claw-like position, and pointing it towards Lyra he chanted some jibberish. A crackling, electric aura immediately surrounded his target, Lyra, and a wave of molten heat followed after.

The one that used to melt me. The Elder raised the ceremonial dagger and the crowd hushed. “It is time,” he declared, “for the future Alpha to claim his Luna.” My pulse pounded as I stepped forward. Ready. waiting to hear my name. But... “Vivienne Blackwell.” For a second, I thought I’d misheard. The crowd gasped. I froze. In fact, my world froze and tilted. Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life.

He grew until he was towering over both of us, easily twelve feet tall, his body covered in silver-white fur that seemed to glow in the dim light This was a pure Lycan in full form, the apex predator that had ruled the supernatural world for millennia, and looking at him I understood completely why the vampires had been so desperate to wipe them out. “Dad, NO!” I screamed, but he was already moving. He lunged at Luca with his claws extended and his jaws open, and Luca was shifting mid-dive to meet him, and they were about to collide in a mess of teeth and claws that would probably kill one or both of them. Something inside me just snapped. Power exploded outward from my chest in a wave of vi

she said, her voice a low growl, eyes glowing crimson with power. She met Soren head-on, blades clashing like lightning cracking the heavens. Her movements were swift, each blow echoing with fury and purpose. Soren matched her, cruel and precise, laughing like a madman as they danced in destruction. I joined the fray, forcing myself through the pain, jabbing from the side while Lyria struck from the front.

Something behind my eyes burns, and before I can stop it, one tear tracks hot down my cheek. I wipe it away immediately. Hard, with the back of my wrist, like removing an insult from my own face. The fury that floods in behind it is so much cleaner and more useful than the hurt was. I lock the hurt away and let the fury be what I carry back inside. Those men are going to be living rent free in my head for the foreseeable future and I resent them for it completely. "Don't tell Leander," I say. "Don't tell Caspian. Not a word."

' They closed in, hands reaching to tear at her clothes, one clawing her shirt to expose a breast, nipple hardening in the chill air. Lyra's eyes glowed brighter, power surging like a storm breaking. She thrust both hands out, violet bolts erupting in a web of light. The nearest rogue screamed as energy wrapped his throat, lifting him, his body convulsing. His pants tented, hips bucking against nothing as phantom pleasure ripped through him, then agony as his veins lit up, bursting under skin. He dropped, twitching, cum staining his thighs.

“Fuck me like you hate her. Pound my cunt until I can’t walk.” Adrian obliged with animalistic fury. He fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, the table nearby rattling from the force. Each thrust drove his thick cock into her sopping pussy, stretching her walls, hitting her cervix with every brutal plunge. The wet slap-slap-slap of his heavy balls against her ass filled the room, mixed with her shameless screams of pleasure. “Take it,” he growled, one hand wrapping around her throat again, squeezing just enough to make her eyes roll back in ecstasy. “Take every fucking inch. This pussy is mine now.”

The Behemoth instantly flash-boiled from the inside out, turning into a cloud of white ash. On the flanks, the Void Seraphs tried to unleash their soul-freezing magic. But the Master Vampires, fueled by the starlight of the First Crown, simply blurred through the attacks. A Vampire moved at the speed of light, appearing behind a Seraph and ripping its anti-light halo clean off its back, kicking the crumbling entity into the abyss below. Killian and I didn't even join the fray. We simply walked forward, hand in hand, a path naturally clearing for us as our army decimated the Architects' front line.

Lucien said as he took out his fiery sword, before preparing to fight as he said to his soldiers who were standing behind him “Prepare for battle, and be careful and none of you turn into a wolf.” Although none of them understood what was happening, everyone got ready as they looked at each other and anxiety gripped them, especially from the fog that surrounded them all, in addition to the yellow and blue lights that spread throughout the place. While on the other side in the prison of the Werewolf Kingdom, Fury was on the verge of losing her mind, hitting everything so madly, that she had punched a hole in the wall next to her. “Damn, I didn’t know Eugene was going with him.”