My Hero Academia Vore Novels & Stories

I feel pain on my left flank, and when I turn, I see a rogue wolf has sunk his teeth into it. A real pain in the ass, am I right? Now is not the time for jokes! I shout. Dakota swipes at the rogue on his flank, catching the rogue’s eye with his claw effectively removing it from its socket. The rogue let go of our flank, blood gushing from his now missing eye. The white tiger in front of us takes a swipe at us, catching Dakota’s side, slicing through fur, skin, and some muscle. We hear Conventina howl in pain, having felt the rogue tiger’s claws as clearly as we felt it since we completed the mate bond. The ground begins to shake, and Coventina’s howls turn into something beautiful…like a son

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.

Kaelor lunged. His teeth sank deep into the meat of Aradaa’s shoulder. It wasn't the clean, surgical strike of a vampire. It was a crunch of bone and a tearing of muscle. Aradaa’s back arched into a violent, painful curve, his fingers clawing at Kaelor’s back, ripping through the fresh scabs of his own silver-burns. A muffled scream died in Aradaa’s throat as the Alpha’s essence poured into the wound.

I blurted. To be honest, I was tired, emotionally drained and I had an awful headache coming on. I was surprised by Zions action, he picked me up. He was stronger, so I was not shocked when he lifted me without effort. Zion was larger than any man I had ever seen. Even larger than my brothers and dad combined, It was no surprise, he spent hs entire life weightlifting, I know this because we would always go up the gym everyday till we graduated. Zion may be considered to big for some people to find attractive, but it was his size that made him look intimidating to werewolves, to me, the more intimidating the person is, the more attractive, because they could protect us and they are obviously

Because Edward Adler needed my Lycan blood for his Pack's sadistic ritual. I finished the soup and toast on the table while watching the CCTV cameras aimed at me. Adler must be watching me from behind the screen. I raised my middle finger a second time, this time smiling at the camera

I raised my head to look at him and he nodded. I breathed out and clenched my fists at my sides, then strolled forward. Suddenly, I wasn't afraid of what it could reveal. The mirror glimmered with violet and white hues, and I heard an inaudible gasp of awe behind me before it shattered. Out of the corners of my eyes, High Chancellor Veylor surged forward in a flash of silvery heat and gold-fire energy. He moved like the wind turned solid. One arm swept around my waist, and a shield of raw, ancient magic deflected the shards that should have torn me apart.

Sweat trickled down my spine, ice-cold despite the heat building under my skin. Then it happened. A hit from behind. Hard. Deliberate. I didn’t see it coming. My face hit the ice, teeth rattling as the impact knocked the wind out of me. Pain bloomed across my back, sharp and breath-stealing. For a second, I stayed down. Bad idea. Before I could even brace myself to rise, a presence crashed into the space above me—violent, explosive. A roar cut through the rink. Not human. The Alpha who’d hit me never stood a chance.

He crossed to her immediately and dropped to one knee in front of her. "What happened." His eyes moved over her, the wound, her face, the trees around them. "A rogue." She was crying hard now, the words coming out in pieces. "A rogue wolf...it came out of nowhere I was just walking and it...it came at me and I..." "A rogue." He went very still. His eyes lifted from her and swept the tree line slowly. "A rogue wolf entered Vordheim." Not a question. Just then Rowen pushed through the brush behind him, having circled around when his side came up empty. He took in the scene in one sweep, Seraphine on the ground, Damir crouched in front of her, the blood.