Noragami Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“How are you doing that?” I ignored her. Nancy was losing. Ragnor’s strength was overwhelming. His jaws snapped dangerously close to her throat. She was buying me time—but not much. “Ragnor, stop!” I surged forward, placing myself between them. “It’s me! It’s your mate!” For the briefest second, his body hesitated. His breath hitched. A war raged in his crimson eyes. I reached for him— And then he struck. His claws sank deep into my shoulder, pinning me to the ground.

After struggling for a while, Sorahiko gives up and begins to lick at the alpha’s length through the fabric of his pants— The omega gives up on licking almost immediately and then begins to suck on his cock through the fabric of his pants. Miyamura bites cleanly through his lower lip with his fangs as he fights back his moans. “Miya…”. “Miyamu…”. “Miyamura!”. Aronohai Miyamura jolts up from sleep in shock. Misa leans over him, eyeing him in disdain as she presses her palm against her face to hold a specially crafted nose mask to her nose. He glances around his room disorientedly— His room that is filled with the scent of aroused pheromones.

Sagon said softly and I snorted rudely in disbelief. "I highly doubt that. I've personally watched him performing on Brenda," I mumbled. Sagon shrugged and explained that the mate bond would cause him not to penetrate another female. So he was certain that he meant it after becoming mates with me. "He told you to never doubt his love for you too," my wolf reminds me. I exhaled harshly and narrowed my eyes at the room with the light. I pointed up to it and told Sagon that Jasira was probably inside. I was concentrating on the small balcony outside the window when I blinked and was standing there upon it. I almost gasped loudly. Instead, I kneeled and looked out for Sagon. The strange necklace

"Every time they try to drag me down, I use that friction to spark the Glamour. I’m turning their own obsession into the very veil that hides me from them. It’s poetic, don't you think?" "It’s suicidal," Nomo retorted. He walked over to the small medical fridge in the corner and pulled out a chilled synthetic blood pack, tossing it onto the table between them. "Drink it. It’s high-grade Montague stock. It’s not the 'real' thing, but it will take the edge off." (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)

The unmated males inhaled sharply, their eyes gleamed as her scent thickened in the air, attracting them towards her including Jordan. Nora’s eyes widened in dread. The wolf growled in anger and scratched the ground twice. A gesture! A final strike. The last hit on the battlefield before the winner announcement. “Angela! Squat down! NOW! End this fight!” Nora begged. “Please!” But Angela barely heard her. Her mind drifted into the haze of that burning need. she touched her stomach up to her chest and breathed deeply. Even though her mind was present, listening to Nora’s voice in her ears, but the heat was rising at speed, numbing her senses. She heard a warning growl but then suddenly a fami

They moved fast. “Nora!” Lia screamed, grabbing Nora’s waist. “Don’t touch her!” Nora shouted. She slapped a hand away. Lorenzo moved. Fast. Too fast. One second he was five feet away. The next, his hand was wrapped around Nora’s wrist. His grip was iron. He pulled her close. His face inches from hers. She could smell his cologne sandalwood and smoke. “Make a scene,” he whispered, his blue eyes burning, “and she sleeps in the cage.”

Through the wall, she could hear the growing commotion of the reunion in the main ballroom. “Ms Crystal, we’ve set up everything as requested,” the young beta said, using her pen name. “Your books are displayed, and we expect about fifty attendees.” “Perfect, thank you.” Nora set her things down at the signing table, arranging her pens just so. Writing as Crystal_Lotus had given her the freedom her pack life never could. Her readers had no idea the woman behind the bestselling paranormal romance novels was actually the quiet, bookish daughter of Alpha Apollo. She glanced toward the door that separated her from the reunion. Otto was somewhere on the other side. The boy who’d made her high sch

my jaw tightens, that name is supposed to steady me. It's supposed to remind me why I do this, why it's not possible to be with him. Why none of this… none of the nights sleeping on the factory floors, none of the blood on my hands, none of the lies was ever supposed to be about me. Ronan belongs to Kieran by the mandate of fate he always has. But the scent flooding the room doesn’t care about logic. It's thick, sweet, burning in my lungs like alcohol, making me intoxicated by it.

I had a huge smile on my face with all my teeth showing. "Thank You, Mr. Nikolas, May choose the gown for me," Rainora replied, she blushed as she looked down not to meet my staring eyes. Just as we stood close to each other, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. "Wow, Nikolas you have a good taste in women just like me," Ovek said while looking at Rainora lustfully. Her comeuppance suddenly changed as her gaze became dark. It felt creepy as he held my shoulders, it felt like a cold rag placed on me. I shrugged it off.