Maleficent Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

He needed to tell her about the moon symbol and about the moon goddess as well. Selene smiled and was about to take his hand when Matilda slapped her hand away, causing the last thread of tolerance and patience she had to snap. Her eyes darkened, the atmosphere around her shifting. “Matilda,” she called. “Last warning.” her eyes flashed, a mixture of Amber and gold in them. Matilda wasn’t moved by that. “Dominic has always been mine. You won’t be going anywhere with him. You’re a cursed witch! You don’t deserve him!”

“Exactly. Unless I agree, Philip can’t take me to court. He can’t even dare whisper the word divorce in public. That contract is my shield… my weapon.” Celesta blinked, clearly still stunned. "See? No happy ever after for those idiots" Her mouth fell open. “Marc… you are so evil.” Then, slowly, she smiled wickedly. “But I love it.” I shrugged. “I never pretended to be a saint. These mistresses think they can waltz into people’s homes, break families apart, and get away with it. How dare they try to play games with me?” My voice turned icy, my eyes burning with a promise of war.

Heavens. The thought of that makes my pulse rise. I want her. All of her. She has been mine for as long as I remember. Though she does not remember, I sure do remember. That is another reason why I want that super power. I would be able to lift her with my eyes and put her down on this empty seat beside me. I want her hand on my thigh, her scent filling my… “My King.” Philemon’s voice jolts me back to reality.

“Because she thinks taking my mantle will elevate her to the level needed to control the Books once all three are merged. She wants a perfect universe, with her as its sovereign, with the Levites reborn as her army… and with you as her vessel.” Allistair’s lips curled into a snarl. “She can choke on a fucking moonbeam. She’s not touching me. Or you. Or any hypothetical baby.” Lucifer actually smiled, a sharp, perilous expression, more predator than prince. “That,” he whispered, “is exactly why she fears you. Allistair’s brows furrowed. “Why?”

" I sigh. She smirks lower her butt on the bed.. "It's not Francis, it's a night I would enjoy. A night for my victory. Even the devil can't stop me." She smiled, a dreamy look on my face. I roll my eyes as she giggles happily. . . .

She was stuck with the monster she made, the man she thought she might be able to change by letting him quench his thirst for vengeance but now, she knew he had crossed the line of sanity, he had turned into an incurable psycho. She jumped in her place when he turned his face to her making everyone present in the hall follow his gaze, "I have already found a woman far better than you, so why would I care to marry a slut when I have an angel?" Aurora knew the hidden sarcasm behind his tone but Bree didn't, she knew Ace was playing with Bree after all this woman was always jealous of Aurora and even now the day of her ruination became the day of reincarnation of Aurora's fallen image.

“I hate you, Ethan! I despise you! I’m never going to forgive someone like you! You’re nothing compared to your twin! You’re selfish, a rascal, an imbecile, and a jerk who doesn’t even know what life is!” His eye twitched, and I saw something flicker—something that triggered him. His fangs sharpened and shone directly in my vision. He shoved me onto the bed and pressed his body on top of mine, crushing me with his full weight. His claws wrapped around my neck, the sharp nails digging into my flesh. I couldn't breathe properly; he wasn't thinking straight anymore. “How dare you! After saving your life, this is how you repay me?!”

No, it’s better if she kills him, chokes him, hits him hard — or probably bruise him enough that scars will appear on his perfect body! The remaining warrior moves toward me. “Tricky mage,” she says. “Tough warrior,” I retort. “That sounded like a praise,” she smirks. “You don’t know how to insult, huh?” “Why would I insult you? Somehow, I’d like to see you making love with the Lycan King. That would be hilarious.” Slowly, her face darkens in anger. “That’s it! You are dead!” She dashes towards me, but she is already woozy from my sleep spell. And so, with just a single sidestep and a kick on her side, she falls to the ground.

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.

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.