Maleficent Fanfic Novels & Stories

“After living with my pack-healer mother for twenty years, I can smell all diseases—especially pregnancy. You’re pregnant for that Darkmoon Alpha, and you dared to come into my bedroom with it!” First, I did not come to his bedroom willingly—he dragged me in. Secondly, pregnancy wasn’t a disease, even though it was my worst nightmare—or being mated to a half-mad, middle-aged Alpha who didn’t mind rape was my worst nightmare. Alpha Greg turned to pour himself a drink, and when he turned back to face me, his eyes were blazing with anger. “Get out of my room,” he bit out. “Go, before I decide to behead you for choosing to trick me like this.”

I said sharply, "but he'll also figure out I'm trapped in this plane. He'll come to rescue me and your pathetic little charade will be over." He scoffed in response. "I wouldn't be too confident, Serena. To address your mate bond with that wolf, I already created a plan. The fae army will slaughter him and all of Phanteon. Once he's dead, you will be free and I can undoubtedly possess you." This time, my anger really did spike up. "Hmf, you're not only delusional but psychotic too," I lashed, my knuckles turning white. First, Geraden. Second, Sofia. Now, him. Great.

His cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears, a stark reminder of his dominance, his control. ***** I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forge

"What... what are you... planning, bastard?" "Now, now. Should we use name-calling? That would be rude. You should be happy because I plan to help Karen through her transformation because I care about her even more than you do. With my help and the help of the sacred moonstone, her soul will be blackened and tainted. She will become a powerful true she-wolf, filled with bloodlust, thirsting for chaos like me. Or, she will die. If it's any consolation to you, I truly hope she survives." Knowing that she only had a split second before Nathan finished her off, Maya ignored the pain she felt and wrapped her arms around him and tried to absorb him into her body.

Chapter 94 Maximus POV. I was stunned. "What?! That's insane." Celine's expression turned from anger to excitement within seconds. "Do it and you'll get Felicity back. It's that simple." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was a psychopath. I was horrified by Celine's demand and shook my head in disbelief. "No," I said firmly. "I won't do that, not for any reason." Celine's eyes narrowed in anger as she grabbed Felicity by the hair once again. "If you don't do it, I'll make her suffer," she threatened.

Someone with a less poisonous personality. "Yes, we do," Catherine countered with a malicious smile. "You need to leave Arthur. You're nothing but a low-class breeder. Any one of a thousand women could do what he's paying you to do, and I won't have you near him. Not anymore. You will go now, and you will not ever darken the door of his house ever again."

He mumbled within himself. Diana who was busy chipping on her nails lifted her face, "I had thought that you'll return with her." She stood up from the seat she has been seating on. "If I were you, I'll just let it go. First, she isn't your mate and she doesn't love you. Second, we are talking about the Lycans here, they can devour us in a twinkle of an eye." She moved closer to him and patted his back. "You're very lucky that they gave you due respect as the king, or maybe because their king wasn't there."

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

I made so many promises that I long to keep, but I’m too weak. Maelor roars, fury twisting his features as he realizes the trap we’ve laid. His gaze snaps to me, hatred burning in his eyes. He steps forward, hand raised, ready to strike. Not with magic this time, but with sheer force. He wants me broken. He wants me to die knowing I’ve lost. I summon what little remains of me and lift my chin, pouring all the hatred I feel for him and his evil cohorts into my gaze. They robbed me of the life I could have had. The exquisite joy Arlo and I should be sharing.

He said to Anthony. "And you called yourself his friend?" Anthony spat through clenched teeth. "You are a monster." "That is what I am." Malcolm said. "So was that what you called me here to say?" I asked Malcolm. "The accusation..." He continued, "was that they had cursed Nightfang." He said, looking at me. "But the truth was that it was the moon goddess that had cursed me because of all my evil deeds." He said. I couldn't believe my ears. "It was because of you and your evil deeds." I said not to hide my hurt.