Night Elf Futa Novels & Stories

My influence stretches across countless packs, including the Dark Moon Pack, the very pack that had humiliated my bloodline. They do not know what is coming. My soldiers are merciless, carrying out my commands without hesitation. Tonight, they will deliver a gift, one I will savor like the finest wine. That pack, once untouchable in its arrogance, will learn the true meaning of fear. Every betrayal, every whisper of treachery, every scar I carry from that night will gather in this moment. When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

Gina muttered, her eyes darting toward the window. Through the neon-green smoke, she could see the lower valley. The Nightfang vanguard was being systematically surrounded by a secondary force of hunters—men dressed in heavy, silver-plated armor who had been hidden within the lower volcanic tunnels, waiting for the main vanguard to commit to the gates. It hadn't been a defense; it had been an encirclement.

"Oh?" said the elf. I stood, and dropped my trousers, revealing my erection. "Oh!" she said. I lay on my back. "Your turn to move a bit." I suggested. She hesitated only a moment. Then Fhaernala sat astride me, held me with her fingers, and sank down on my shaft. - "Ahh ..." said someone. I think it was me. She rode me slowly, patiently, seeking her own pleasure. She ground herself against me. Then Fhaernala placed her delicate hands on my chest, and began to slide her hips back and forth. She closed her eyes. Fhaernala came again, grinding, and sagged down onto my chest. I gently rolled her over, and entered her from behind as she lay on her side. It wasn't long before I pulled o

Now think, is it worth it to go anywhere from here? "Won't they find me here?" Something I very much doubt that for such it will be a problem. And in general, explain who "they" are? “They” are mercenaries. Three werewolves and they don't care about you, me, or anyone. They have an order and they fulfill it. - Who is the customer? - Alpha Onyx, - I nodded, although I did not understand anything and there was a mess in my head from the information received. - Why do they need this artifact, if you say that it is tied to the blood of the Ambers?

Xialn looks at his commander and yells out to her. “What are you doing?” Xialn’s concern is stifled by the forestfolk that beings to emerge from the ground. Its body bursting upward and its face turns to the druid at hand. Its nose is a damage tree trunk and its beard is wilted leaves that are slowly drifting away with the rain and wind. Its eyes are hollowed out and its chest is empty, absent without a heart. This creature is nothing more then a husk. Catarina touches the middle of her breast plate. She takes out her rosmalt shard and hands it over to Fay. “You know what to do, don’t you girl?” The orc nods and races down to the direction of the engine room. Xialn knows what is going to hap

ice. Zarek dismounted without a word, his long black coat billowing behind him like smoke. His features were sharp—cheekbones cut like blades, eyes a piercing gray-silver that missed nothing. The sigil of Nightveil shimmered on the armor beneath his coat: a crescent moon eclipsed by wings. Elias met him at the clearing, guarded but respectful. "Alpha Vorn. Welcome to Moonfang. We weren't expecting—" "I come on the winds of your request," Zarek said, his voice low, unbothered by formalities. "Delayed by blizzards. You called for diplomatic reinforcement weeks ago."

Klayrn whistled, and Fueyo appeared out of nowhere, startling the audience, but making all of the little ones clap excitedly. “This is Fueyo. He’s a Hellhound. They were created to be guardians to specific people. Until they are bonded to someone, their duty is to protect their pack and allies by extension. They can appear and disappear like you just saw. Fueyo was chosen by a God named Hades to be bound to me. They are very energetic and love to play. Don’t let their size fool you because they’re very lovable unless there’s a threat. There were seventeen that came with us, but two of them were bonded to their charges. One here and one in Luna Elle’s pack.”

Characters: FL: Honeybell Sant: A half-wolf healer with a defiant heart and no pack. Curvy, warm-toned skin, thick amber curls, and honey-gold eyes. She works at the edge of the highland territories where the feral roam. ML: Veneer Stone: The dark, rogue Alpha of the Northern Tundra. Unhinged, brutal, with a silent, brooding presence. Stark grey eyes, scarred jawline, and a body like chiseled marble. Never touches unless he’s ready to destroy.

Zafira Nightvale POV "Your claws have zero pack right to touch my daughter's fur!" Elira Stormveil barks out really loud, her old face looking totally thunderous with giant alpha-servant anger because her brain cannot bear to let any bad thing happen to her own bloodline. "Sorelle Mistfang didn't actually steal any shiny pack resources from your bags. Just have her mouth bark a short sorry to Madam's ears and let our camps be totally done with this mess!"