Loid Forger Fanart Novels & Stories

He spat with an evil chuckle, taking pleasure in the howling Aurelius. "Your eyes are gone now" He continued, his voice coming out more animalistic than human, his eyes glowing a dangerous green, "with the poison in my veins, they would never regenerate. You will never see the light of day again; not your pack, not the mate you stole from me, not even your face." A squashing sound followed. Both eyes were now squashed in Lorenzo's wolfish grip. But Lorenzo wasn't finished. As the twilight warriors fell dead one after the other, he broke every limb on Aurelius' body, making sure his blood merged with his, hence his poison shared. His limbs would never regenerate.

"Father, I understand your concerns about Freya, but I love her. She's the mother of my children, and I can't imagine my life without her." Harlock's expression remained stern as he replied, "Aiden, you know as well as I do that our pack has always followed our traditions. We mate with those from our own pack, to keep our bloodlines strong and our way of life intact. Freya is not one of us, and she never will be." Aiden shook his head, frustration building. "But that doesn't matter. We love each other, and we can make it work. I can still be a part of this pack, I can still be loyal and devoted to our traditions, but I need Freya in my life."

They believe that Southern Olf has been infiltrated by a very dangerous, mysterious intruder. When I heard the word intruder, the first thing that came to my mind was Drachentia. After all, Drachentia and the Southern Olf allied kingdoms had agreed not to bother Northern, unless they wanted to suffer a humiliating defeat like what had happened in the past. I made sure to bluff them but also give them a 'gift'. It is a well-implemented whip and carrot technique.

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me down as Father Matthias tapped the head of his cock against my lips. “See this, sister Leah? This is your penance. Your baptism again. The holy oil? We're using it to mark you for who you truly belong to and your true purpose. But instead of being baptized with water for the lord, we're going to paint you with cum. And you will love every inch of it.” I shuddered, muscles clenching around him as I took Father Matthias's cock into my mouth, jaw aching. Because something told me I would enjoy it as he said.

I sighed, absently twisting my wedding ring as I stared at my unfinished painting. We’d been told to freestyle for today’s class. I hadn’t realized what I was painting until now. Grey. Layer after layer of grey. Raffaele’s eyes stared back at me from the canvas, unfinished but unmistakable. “I’m so fucking stupid,” I whispered under my breath. My phone buzzed against the desk. I wiped my paint-stained fingers on the towel resting across my lap before reaching for it. It was a text from Amber. Then another from Nora.

“Did you really believe you could steal the heart of our pack and just slip away?” “Your heart?” A harsh, brittle laugh escaped her. “This was forged by Lorcan Greyer. Your ‘sacred’ Vale artifact is stitched together with Greyer magic. You’ve been guarding a masterpiece you never understood.” His certainty faltered for a fraction of a second. “You lie.”

Serenia shuts her eyes and looks away from him, unable to meet his gaze when all the pieces in his head click into place. “Oh, does he not know?” Aurora asks, taking note of Serenia’s pained and ashamed face, and turns to Harbin with a grin now. “Little Serenia here is such a poor excuse of a demi-god, she can’t even be called a werewolf.” Here we go…Harbin will never look the same at me again. “My brother rejected her as his mate the moment he found out, she can’t even manifest her own wolf at her age. She will be a terrible choice as the next High Lu-”

"And in this one, I'm wearing a dress I didn't own until after the mating ceremony. But the photo is supposedly from before we were mated." "Exactly. These are composites. Someone with skill in photo manipulation created them by combining real images." Morgana's expression was grim. "But proving that to the Council will be difficult. The forgeries are very good." "Selene," Aria breathed. "This has to be her doing." "Almost certainly. Though proving that is equally difficult." Morgana gathered the documents back up. "There's more. They've produced letters." "What kind of letters?" "Love letters, supposedly from you to Kieran. Begging him to leave Selene, claiming you're pregnant with his chil

Now that Lia had a softcopy, it wouldn't be hard to get someone to forge one for her. Lia dared not ask anyone about forging a check, so she searched online. After some time, she managed to find a studio that specialized in recreating and reproducing photos. Lia had to take the risk when money was on the line. She sent the picture of the check to the studio and asked them to reproduce a copy. She made up the excuse of using it as a prop for making reels and told them that the forged version must look exactly like the authentic one.

She added, not looking remorseful. "I painted them," Sassy said and Dana blinked thrice. "Sorry, who are you?" She asked. "I am the Luna. Drake's mate. My name is Sassy." Sassy said and Dana sized her up with her eyes. "Mate? Are you sure? How come he never told me about you? Perhaps, you are not that important. Are you sure you are not a maid?" She asked as her face scrunched up with a look of distaste. Sassy just stared at the pieces of torn paintings. She didn't know how she could put them back in place. And why the hell was Dana referring to her as a maid?