Lycoris Recoil Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I missed my dad. I didn’t want him back in my life because I was so angry. I didn’t want him back because I was scared he would leave me again. That fear exploded inside of me when Oliver told me I was a Lycan. I was sure that Mike would be angry. I was sure he would leave me again. “Thank you,” I mumbled, my voice quiet and raspy. Mike smiled and caressed my cheek again. “For what, honey?” he asked. I gulped and tried to take a deep breath.

Coralyn smiled cutely Viper: "..."

The burning had spread down to my fingertips. “Calantha wouldn't shut up about their first daughter. Let’s see just how powerful her wolf is,” King Blanchard purred. She has lycan eyes. She might survive.” With his decree, the councilman hit a loud staff on the floor. I opened my eyes with a gasp. Startled by the loud sound. The ground seemed to crack open and break from the point of his staff towards me. A loud scream tore from my throat as I jumped aside to avoid the rapidly breaking floor.

Tell me to **continue** for Part 2 to see Zora's ultimate move against her mother. The Void inside my pelvis didn't just contract—it tore itself open. It was a cold, violent laceration that felt like an iron blade slicing from my hip bones down to my thighs, drawing every scrap of moisture out of my throat until my tongue tasted like salt and wood-smoke. But it wasn't empty anymore. It was gorged on the ancient, unrefined Lycan marrow I had pulled from Dante’s chest in the server room, and that code was fighting back against the corporate ciphers.

Lirian’s hole clenched around his tongue, cock jumping in his grip. ​ Vaelor sucked harder, tongue thrusting deep, hand pumping faster. ​ Lirian came with a shattered cry, cock pulsing, spilling hot across Vaelor’s fist. His hole spasmed, more slick gushing out, coating Vaelor’s chin and tongue. ​ Vaelor drank every drop, scales glowing brighter, eyes blazing violet. ​ Then reality crashed back. ​ He reared up, breathing ragged, hands shaking. ​ Lirian lay there, legs spread, chest heaving, eyes glassy, lips kiss-bruised.

The townspeople began to scream, running toward the emergency exits as the pack warriors fought to protect them. Go, Lily, Holden yelled from behind me. Before I could even turn around, a dark blur flew across the ice. Marcus Flint came out of nowhere, his eyes flashing a cruel, jealous gold. He jumped right into Holden’s path, blocking him from reaching me. Marcus looked stronger than before, his muscles bulging as the dark energy from the relic fed his strength. Your fight is with me, future Alpha, Marcus barked, throwing a heavy punch straight at Holden’s jaw. Holden ducked the blow, his own golden eyes blazing with pure rage. He grabbed Marcus by the front of his hockey jersey and slamme

Maybe she'd worried for nothing. Then she saw him — Logan, standing at the center of the altar in the traditional black cloak of an Alpha, tall and confident, handsome enough to turn heads from three packs over. Their eyes met and her heart stumbled. He smiled, just barely, enough to remind her of every promise whispered under moonlit skies. She smiled back. This was the moment everything changed. She could already picture it: a home over the eastern cliffs, morning patrols together, children with his stubborn smile. Elder Marcus raised his staff. The music died. Even the wind seemed to hold still.

I stroked my claws through his throat, grinning in satisfaction when he slumped. Exhaling deeply, I let out a sigh of relief at how easy it had been, I would…. Bang. Shots tore through the air and a tear slipped down my cheek as I ran a hand on my chest. "Arrrghhh" I growled in pain, before turning around at the last man who was shivering. " I hope we would die together" I drove my claws into his heart before slumping, reverting to my human form when a hand caught me.

I let a frown line my face and I look back at the Lycan king. "You tell me. How am I supposed to know why you can't get into a place you have no business getting into in the first place?" His slap is heavy and hard but I accept it with grace. He backhands me again and my lower lip bursts. My blood tastes like copper and sunflower seeds. Lyros's next hit lands on my hip and the pain that burns bright in my mind makes me go down, a curse word escaping my mouth. Lyros is on me in a second, his hand around my throat and ice already crackling under my skin.

He pulled back looking down at my pink lips between my legs. "You rip them off earlier, remember?" I said with a cocky grin. "Fuck yes I remember." He said then devoured my mouth taking back all the control. His fingers traced over my wet core and he moaned at the warmth. My hands went to his buckle, but Ryker's body suddenly turned to stone. His hands started to scratch and grab at his neck in irritation. His eyes became glossed over and his body seemed to be somewhere else. He sat up on his knees letting out continuous growls, as his eyes turned black then pure gold.