Maleficent Fanfic Novels & Stories

He always loved her hair. Her fingers dug inside the jacket he was wearing because of the feelings he was giving her by his soft touch. Her heart was melting at his actions but she refused to accept them. He can't just get away from all lies he had drilled in their heads all these years. "Let go of me Lucifer." She said breaking his trance. He was busy admiring her when she decided to pop the bubble of his imagination. "My beautiful doll. I know you're angry with me. But you have to listen to me." Catelin said nothing only pushed his biceps in order to free herself from his arms but of no avail.

She couldn't do anything to Dorian, even if she wanted to. “Please don't, don't do this to me… Please don't abandon me and your child, this child is really yours and we can confirm it at the alter of the moon goddess, please.” I begged, tears falling uncontrollably from my eyes as I held unto his hand hoping for a positive change in him. But Dorian pulled his hand away from my grip and pushed me away. “Don't you ever touch me with those hands again, you should know this more that anyone else that a Powerful Alpha like myself shouldn't end up with an Omega! I can't end up with you.” He said, looking anywhere else but me.

MAXINE Seeing the spell caster meant that Liam considered this a serious issue. I snatched my hands back gently. "There's no need," I said, remembering how Alaric had sounded when he was casting a spell. How the whites of his eyes had covered his irises and made him look like a creature of pure evil with all that makeup on his eyes. I didn't want that same man to tinker with me to find out what was wrong with me when surely, he hadn't dealt with anything like that.

Also, he didn't know that if he succeed he wouldn't be able to last much controlling her. She was now his mate so she had part of his powers though she was still a human she could easily defeat some of the weaker Lycans and wolves. If Jefferson was in his right senses he would have remembered all these details but he wasn't so he didn't remember and just made up his to mind control DeLorna that night. . . . ......

I was heavy enough that he couldn't easily toss me off without tearing himself apart. My skin began to pour out intense, unnatural heat, the Dire Wolf warmth flaring up to meet his madness. "I'm not an enemy," I breathed, my mouth inches from his ear. My chest rose and fell heavily against his chest, our hearts hammering in a frantic, terrifying sync. "I'm Serenity. The fat girl from the basement. Remember?" Valerius froze. The violent thrashing stopped. His forehead dropped heavily into the crook of my neck, his hot, ragged breath washing over my bare skin.

And Philemon is looking at Stefani that way. I don’t know if to be happy for whatever that Lycan has in mind for my friend, or to tell her to run as far as her feet can take her. But I confirm that I have zero say in this when I see a blush spread on Stefani’s cheeks. “The pleasure is all mine.” I never knew Stefani’s voice can get this small. “Good.” Philemon says in a very authoritative voice. What is wrong with these Lycan men and authority?

My hand joined in, stroking furiously while I thrust up into the softness. "Ride me, Maya... yes, just like that,” I growled, imagining her hair cascading down her back, her pussy clenching around me, milking me dry. “FUCK! YOU’RE MINE! YOU HEAR THAT? YOU’RE MINE!!!” Fenrir growled low in my chest, pushing me further into the fantasy: her body writhing in ecstasy, nails digging into my thighs as she came undone. But I wasn’t done yet. I needed to feel her in every way.

"Don't worry. Tomorrow night, at her birthday banquet, I'm going to publicly announce that the Moon Goddess spoke to me. I'll claim she is my mate before she even shifts." "What if Alpha Eric interferes?" her voice wavered with hesitation. "It won't be up to him," I sneered. "Sylvia has been hopelessly in love with me for years. She's just playing hard to get right now because of that mute tutor. Once she feels the mate bond, she'll fall back in line. She's pathetic like that. She always wanted a fairy-tale romance." Freya didn't reply, but the green glow of the dashboard lights caught the ugly flicker of pure jealousy in her eyes. I ignored it.

I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l

Patience's POV Madison glared viciously but was at a loss. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, but no backing out!" I sneered. I just wanted to sever ties with this disgusting relationship. In the afternoon, I met my friend Yvette Hammond for shopping. As one of the few humans who knew my true werewolf identity, she wholeheartedly approved of my decision to divorce and end the mating bond. She whispered excitedly, "You should've done this long ago! A mate betrayer and a shameless homewrecker—do they think everyone's blind?"