Nick Wilde Vore Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON Vlad takes a few deep breaths, fighting his Vampire, Martel, to stay hidden under his human scent. Once he has at least a sliver of control, he turns to Kolby and says, “Do you know which target is this new creature?” “No, Sir.” Vlad sighs and pulls out his phone, opens it and presses 3, the speed dial sounds, and then it rings. It is answered by the second ring, “Boss.” “Nicolas, this new creature, do you know who?”

"You're… despicable!" Noel snapped, but she was horrified. She had protected her modesty in her years working in showbiz, and she would rather die than do porn! "Not really. You'll understand when you've had a taste of men… Hahaha!" Willy laughed as he pulled Noel into his arms, ready for some action. That was when the window beside him shattered as a thumb-sized cobblestone shot inside, hitting Willy's wrist with deadly precision. "Argh!" Willy screamed like a gutted pig as his bones cracked audibly and clutched his bleeding wrist as he bellowed, "What the fuck?!"

I came over the both of us and he chuckled. "Can't play all night but wanted you to remember that I love you," he gritted out as he thrusted hard and ejaculated deep within me. "Hopefully this place has a working shower," he mumbled, pulling himself out and rolling off the mattress. I followed after him into a small side room that looked like the showers on his ship. We were washing up and heard a knock below. "A niekro has been spotted in the northern quadrant if you both want to go hunt," Vazill's voice yelled up the stairs. We rushed out of the bathroom and yelled down that we'd be down in a moment. After dressing we grabbed our weapons and headed down the stairs.

******** Then: Isolde They met in Collin’s library, where Isolde sat curled on a velvet chaise with Thorne nearby, sharpening a dagger with eerie precision. When Cheyenne posed the question, Isolde didn’t hesitate. “I saw them once. Long before you and I met. When I was still running from my bloodline.” Her gaze went glassy. “I had wandered into the ruins of an old vampire estate. It was cursed ground, but I didn’t care—I was hunting a blood-dealer. Instead, I found three figures—one in full wolf form, one humanoid but crawling, and the last… it didn’t have a shape. Just a shadow with glowing red eyes. The others followed it like soldiers.”

I nod, and call Viper. 'Do we know who did it?' Viper asks. 'Venom. Nolan has just described Venom. With the same web tattoo on his neck.' 'I'm going to text a photo to you. Show Nolan. Ask if this is him.' I receive a photo of Venom leaning against a fence smoking a cigarette. I show Nolan and his eyes go wide. 'Yes. That's him.' I call Viper. ‘Nolan says that’s definitely him.’ 'Not good, Zuri-doll. When do you leave for New Zealand?'

or it? "I won't ask you again, Vamp. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?!" I couldn't believe such loud words were coming out of such a tiny body. My ears were bleeding, literally. I wiped the blood off shakily and looked up. He was in the sky somewhere.

Vladimir said, still meeting Nikolai’s stare without wavering. Nikolai's heart raced. “What do you want from me?” “An alliance,” Vladimir proposed, his voice calm yet commanding. “I’ll share valuable information.” “What information?” Nikolai asked, curiosity piqued. “Numbers, clans that work with this werewolf, and something else—something no one has seen before,” Vladimir revealed. Just as Nikolai opened his mouth to respond, a low growl echoed nearby. Dad’s Lycan snarled, frustration radiating from him.

In a literal blink of an eye, the bride and groom completely disappeared into a blur of light, moving through the estate in seconds. They materialized right inside the threshold of the private study. A lone intruder dressed in dark tactical gear was frantically pulling wires out of the central safe, holding the glowing black data drive. The moment the thief turned around and saw the Alpha and the White Wolf standing there, his jaw dropped in absolute terror. The intruder wore the distinct, faded crest of the remaining Vance faction—a rogue loyalist trying to salvage corporate secrets. This isn’t the wedding venue and your outfit is not exactly wedding worthy,would have mistaken you for a los

The pain had kicked in after her adrenaline faded, and she was in so much pain that she was writhing. Not finding any joy in watching this gruesome scene, Verona and I quickly got back in our car and left the scene. Later on, we heard that she became paralyzed from the waist down. Not much longer after that, her name appeared in the news once more when Zephyr suffocated her to death with a pillow. Apparently, she had blackmailed Zephyr into marrying her and taking care of her for the rest of her life, and he simply couldn't take it anymore.

The platinum collar around Eli’s neck suddenly felt like a target. “Stay behind me,” Cove said, voice low and deadly calm. His good hand moved toward the gun hidden under his jacket. Marco stood at his table, pointing directly at Eli with a triumphant sneer. “You all see it now? My own brother sold his soul to Voss. He’s been hacking your systems. Feeding information. That’s why Voss always stays one step ahead!” Nikolai Volkov’s cold blue eyes narrowed. Several of his men had their guns trained on Cove and Eli. The tension was so thick it felt like the room could explode at any second.