Metal Sonic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

fuck your sorry that shit hurt! "Keya? Are you aight?" Grammy asked me suspiciously. I open my mouth to answer her but hear three hard knocks on the door. And Kane's husky voice in my head, making my body tremble and my pussy leak. 'I'm here, Mate.' I gulp and get up slowly to open the door. Grammy asks, "Who is it?" "Kane." "Who's that?" I turn to face her with my hand on the doorknob. "Manny's wolf." Pure shock on their faces at my announcement. I open the door for him. Lust and raw desire etched on his gorgeous face. Sexy smirk, dark steel-gray eyes peering through me. Yuri swoons, 'He always looks like he wants to devour us!' 'Oh, that's exactly what he wants to do. And I bet he would if

But then his red eyes darkened, his lips pulling back into a snarl. "Fight her?" he whispered. "Why would I fight when I’ve already won? Now excuse me while I attend to my mate.” Without another word, Mason turned and stalked toward the door, leaving Micah helpless, bound and broken. Micah struggled, desperate to stop him, but the collar around his neck tightened, sending searing pain through his body. He could do nothing but watch as his brother disappeared into the shadows, lost to Melania’s control. *** Mason followed the haunting voice through the winding corridors until he reached his room. The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, expecting Xenia. But instead, standing near the bed

Colliding in a symphony of sound, their sweet music sings in my ears. His gaze loses some of its steely edge at the feeling of bliss that washes over both of us from the sweet twining of our power. My chest aches to lean in those few remaining inches, to let my body mold against his muscular chest just as our powers do with one another. But I fight the urge, fisting my hands at my side, my body going rigid with the effort. “Leave us,” Marcus growls, his eyes flicking over my shoulder. “You’re not my alpha,” Ryan says defiantly, but I can hear the slight waver to his voice as he fights against his instincts. I could withstand the power pulsing from Ryan , but Ryan must be clinging to the last

“Mother, love is a kind of mechanical error. When Father surrendered himself in that Atlantis lab, I absorbed his digital codes within me. I am no longer just your son—I am ‘Moreno Protocol 2.0.’ Lucas was sent to that mechanical city in space because the original chip inside his body will allow me to hack the entire galaxy’s network.” I shuddered. The child who grew in my womb is now a mechanical monster? I raised my silver sword. “If you hurt my Lucas, I will forget that I am your mother!” Sona laughed lightly, the sound echoing like a storm over the ocean. “You cannot kill me, Mother. Every drop of blood in your body is connected to my mechanical frequency. I can stop your heart in a seco

I saw the man in question look up and then turn and leave, obviously having gotten the message from Marcus. It was just a bit later as we were again working our way through people as more had shown up when I heard a growl beside me, her eyes were focused I looked up just in time to hear through the link, which I don't think he realized he was broadcasting, as he was trying to think it to only her as if she were a typical Luna, “I can’t wait to tap that pussy again. You know you liked it, you little whore. Does the alpha know that you spread your legs for so many other men?” I felt Siril surge. This would be bad, and I didn’t find that I gave a fuck.

“I was just following orders. Melissa pays better than Aiden ever did.” “You bastard!” Troy lunged at him, but three Creekwood warriors tackled him to the ground. “NO!” Monica screamed. Melissa laughed again. “Oh, this is perfect. Absolutely perfect. Not only do I have the hybrid twins, but I also have a traitor in Aiden’s inner circle. This day just keeps getting better.” She turned to Marcus. “Kill the Luna. She is no longer useful.” “With pleasure.” Marcus pulled out a silver dagger and walked toward Monica.

I thought, trying to soothe him, "you'll always be my one and only love." But Sak wasn't having it. "Finn, are you really in love with Lycidas? He's a Lycan. He used you, fucked you, then tossed you aside like trash. Can't you scrape together some self-respect and..." The music hit me like a fist - frenzied, rhythmic, pulsing through the club - and drowned out Sak's voice. I stood there, calm as a statue amidst the chaos, the dancing crowd swirling around me like a pack of rabid dogs.

His fingers slipped into his pocket again. The straw whistle was still there. Still intact. Still unanswered. --- “You’re distracted,” Marcus noted. “Am I?” “You built an empire from ashes,” he said. “And now you're haunted by a song.” Alexander looked up, voice distant. “Because I heard it in chains.” --- Back in the chambers, Jessica draped herself in silver. “Soon, I’ll be Luna.” She turned to Melodie. “You’ll stand behind me, silent and bruised. Like a shadow.”

“You slimy little slut. You weren’t even gone that long. And this is what you do? Just like the little whore I pictured you to be..AAGHHHHH!!!! “ My eyes widen as Monica has a single claw on her index finger out and she rips into his flesh with a bloodthirst that instantly makes my cock hard. “Lucien, My love. Would you be a deer and lock the doors to the dungeons and mind link your brother to give us some time down here before coming for the show?” I nodded to her but eyed her curiously as I did what she asked. ‘Keep looking at me like that and you will have to fuck me right in front of Talon… Show this monster who will never know what it’s like to have me orgasm because of him..’ I can’t h

Marcus stood up in the stifling heat of the Industrial Core, completely alone in the dark. He looked up toward the ceiling, past the thousands of tons of steel and chrome, toward the penthouse where Jack was currently sleeping in a bed of glowing pink petals, completely blind to the nightmare below. The Bastion closed his fist, the Liquid Silver hardening around the metallic token, driving the jagged edges of the number 89 into the tough callouses of his palm. If I tell him the world is a lie, Marcus thought, his heart breaking under the sheer, agonizing weight of the truth, his Pink High will shatter. He’ll realize he’s just a shiny puppet for a slaughterhouse.