My Hero Academia Vore Novels & Stories

"Of course I'm sure! Do you want to see? I even recorded the entire video on my phone. I’m about to post it on the campus forum right now. Look at this! I have never seen a human girl so incredibly brave to actually strike an alpha." Toby pointed at the screen, showing the exact moment Elara's hand connected with the boy's cheek. "Leo…even though he's not a top-tier alpha, he still has a pure alpha bloodline running through him. Damn, watching her hit him was really thrilling. But honestly... I really pity that girl now. Her future at Velmora is completely doomed. She should have never crossed Julian." Asher stood completely stunned. He wiped the stray droplets of drink from his mouth with t

Even Hero could not see what was happening clearly. "Damn it!" Hero cursed quietly as he quickly moved to dodge the attack. However, it was not his lucky day. Hero had only moved when the brilliant blade light came slicing down. It brushed down right by his body and managed to slice his left arm. The wound was so deep that his bones could be seen. Blood flowed freely from it, and the pain was unbearable. "You hid your true cultivation level!" Hero glared at Chase with great shock and fear. "What if I did?" Chase replied nonchalantly, "All I know is that the Webers abuse their power. You have to leave something here no matter what!"

His body weight covers mine. “Or maybe... this.” His hands glide to the inside of my thighs. I let out a loud, uncontrollable moan. “Fuck, Aiden,” I whisper helplessly. “My Ombra,” he groans. “I’m in very fucking dangerous territory.” He shifts closer, his expert hands moving lower, so close—almost touching my— A blaring alarm cuts through the moment like a knife. I jolt upright. “Fuck,” he mutters, glancing at his watch. “Your class is over.”

Then, after a long pause, he let out a soft sigh and gave me a gentle smile. "Alright, if you don't want to drink it, you don't have to." Just as I thought I had escaped, a strange fragrance drifted through the air. My vision swayed. My legs lost their strength. And then—darkness. … When I opened my eyes again, it was the third morning. I was lying in the healer's treatment room. A dull, aching pain throbbed in my abdomen. A sense of dread gripped me as I pulled up my clothes, my fingers trembling. There, on my lower stomach, was an ugly scar.

One step back and he shifted to a gray Accorm, he grazed his paws on the sand and growled low but deeply. "Fight!" Now tension was lingering in the air, Vida is scared that Tavor might get injured badly knowing that Amdra would want to have his revenge and settle scores but she kept her hopes up and prayed to the moon to grant him victory. The two beasts attacked each other harshly making moves to overpower the other, in a moment the dark brown Accorm used his head to hit his opponent on the chin and clawed him to the ground. The arena fell silent, the gray Accorm was lying on the ground motionless but was still breathing, the pain really got him but it was all part of the plan, no pain no g

Vorare was a sorcerer prodigy who dabbled with death when the old sorcery was still pure. He apparently tried to grow stronger than Gaia herself, so he found ways to bind himself to the line between life and what comes after. At least, that was the summary Becca spat out hours ago. She’d said it all so carelessly, too. Apparently, Vorare wasn’t some mindless entity but an embodiment of hunger wrapped in a dead man’s ambition.

My body is the consistency of a wet noodle, and my throat is killing me from the screaming. I got you, babe. Coventina says, before using her magic to heal my throat. “I think I’m going to edge you even longer next time if you cum like that all the time.” He chuckles. I manage a growl before I’m pulled into the blackness of sleep.

Leander says quietly behind his glass, "because he is walking directly toward us." I have three seconds to compose myself. I use none of them productively. I am nervous and shook and caught completely off guard, and then his voice arrives from directly behind me. Low. Velvety. Rough. Very close. "Viktor Sorano." I do not turn around. I fix my eyes on my father's face and breathe. "My daughter, Seraphina. Say hello." He uses the tone reserved for introducing toddlers to strangers. I turn. Maksim Orlov is amused. His drip is immaculate. His rizz is the particular kind that belongs to genuinely hot, brooding men who do not try for it. I am breathless in a way I refuse to name out loud.

she said. And then she stretched more and she could feel the bones in her neck straining. Karou held onto her ankle and tried pushing her away. Jun wasn’t a messy fighter. But when your opponent refused to stay down you had to fight messy. She removed her leg and she planned to stomp on her face, but Karou moved out of the way quickly. Takashi had given her an antidote earlier, but she hadn’t taken it because it didn’t seem to affect her. She got the vial from her pocket and she squeezed it and threw it against her face and it broke.

"Aradaa, stop! You’re going to burn your damn heart out! Pull back!" Kaelor’s roar was nearly drowned out by the screeching of the Harvesters' bat-steeds. He lunged, his claws catching the edge of a vampire’s obsidian chest piece, the metal shreiking as he ripped a jagged line through it. Blood—dark, smelling of old copper—sprayed across his face. Aradaa didn't look at him. He couldn't. His palms were pressed flat against the moss-slicked bark of a dying Gaea-tree. His jaw creaked, teeth grinding so hard a molar chipped.