Miraculous Caprikid Novels & Stories

“See? I told you it would be fine.” “It was stressful,” I murmur, raising my hands to rub my temples. “I don’t know how you do this everyday.” “Well,” he says with his own sigh. “It’s not quite like this every day.” Nico moves over to the man still leaning against the wall, his head hanging. “May I?” Nico asks, producing a pair of handcuffs apparently from thin air and holding them out where the man can see. I frown when I see that – honestly, did Nico and Frankie go to magic camp? Where do they hide all this stuff?

It was getting out of hand. “SILENCE” The King shouted. Everyone obeys and shows their neck for submission. “There will be no discussion of this matter as of now. It’s been a long, tiring day; we will discuss this another time. Sapphire and Jedidiah, it’s been a long day for you, especially for Mileena. You are free to leave” They both nodded walking passes the crowd before they walk further. Sapphire turn her head facing some of the pack members and said “Our daughter is not abomination. She is a miracle wolf” she turns back leaving everyone in their thoughts.

His hair was damp with sweat, proof that he had run straight from the Moon Temple after his prayers, without pause, to be here. His eyes were cold, his aura sharp as a blade. In one swift motion, he wrenched Barry down, holding him fast, unmoving. Barry froze, stunned—then saw the ceremonial wedding garb upon Colin’s shoulders. His expression shattered. He fought to break free—only to realize, in dawning horror— This so-called crippled Warrior of Bayport possessed a strength that dwarfed his own. He, an Alpha who had bled on the battlefield since nineteen, found himself utterly restrained.

He met every challenge, playing the long game. The most memorable was the night she drugged him. He had sensed something was off with the whiskey but drank it anyway. When the drug took hold, he finally got his wish, pinning that feisty little wildcat to his desk. "Vincent Marcelli!" Her eyes were red with fury. "You bastard!" "I know," he'd murmured, nibbling on her earlobe. "Principessa..."

One of the councillors — Elder Marrick, scarred from brow to chin — stepped forward, pointing a gnarled finger. “You’ve damned us. Every ledger, every prophecy warned against letting the First into flesh. Now it’s in you.” Killian’s head snapped toward him, and for a moment — only a moment — the shadows in the crypt bent with his gaze, pooling, thickening, as if they bowed to his attention. Marrick flinched, stumbling back. “I’m not it,” Killian said, quiet but sharp. “I’m still me.” “Are you?” Marrick spat. “Because I saw your eyes when you rose. I saw the vault answer you.”

Grey's tail lashed with anticipation. Etta raised trembling hands to take control of the beast's throbbing, vein-rippled penis. The true proportions of the colossal prick were revealed. The fingers of both her hands failed to fully wrap around the fleshy girth. The bulging cock knob was easily as large as a grapefruit, and it was as if a pair of melons was concealed within his giant, dangling nut sack. A steamy heat seemed to radiate from the stallion's cock and balls, conveying an alarming aura of barely restrained power and stamina, eager to be unleashed. A lustful tremor shuddered through Etta's soupy-wet loins.

His voice carried a hint of insolence as he stood, intending to walk out. Just as Marco turned to leave, his grandfather slammed his hand on the table, the sudden noise halting him in his tracks. "If you don’t marry Delilah Flynn," the old man said, his voice dangerously low, "I won’t hand over my capo position to you." Marco froze, his mind racing as he processed the threat that had just been laid before him. He couldn’t believe it—his grandfather was trapping him with the very thing he had been working so hard for. The Capo position, the title he had sacrificed so much to earn.

PAXTON'S POV My gaze landed at my long, huge, fat, dripping eight inches cock at the mirror. It was above average that I thought that it was rare. It truly was because no woman could handle me. My ex-girlfriends failed to take me, and that pissed me off. I don't know why I always thought a woman like Linxara would make my crazy fantasies come true. I want to break her. I want her to learn the restraints that I will put on her. I want to ruin her. I want to destroy her insides.

It moved with an eerie fluidity that defied its massive size. Pelin gripped my arm, her breath shallow. “Tell me that’s not real,” she whispered. “It’s real,” I said, forcing myself to look. “And it’s not alone.” Capricorn, the sea goat, swam alongside it. Half-beast, half-fish, its spiraling horns cut through the water with terrifying grace. Its muscular upper body merged into a powerful, scaled tail, propelling it forward like a nightmare from the depths of the ocean.

I sat down begrudgingly and shifted on the wooden chair, ever so restless. “Do you have the santelmo with you?” She asked after a long while. That feels like an eternity to me. “Yes. Banyan’s stone that he gifted before I left the tribe. Why?” “The Kapre is supposed to hold a magical white stone, a little smaller in size than a quail’s egg. It has the power to grant a wish of someone holding it.” I stood frozen. A mental lightbulb lightened the idea inside my troubled mind. I stared at the Alpha Mare momentarily. She nodded her gently, as if she read through my eyes everything that was going on inside my mind.