Onward Fanfic Novels & Stories

' I'm about to point out that Sirgil is not a dog, and his growl means he's about to attack him if he calls him that again, but I'm more distracted by Oward's repeated use of "was" 'We lived in Aronan, one of them towns on the left way of the road from Halden…or what used to be Halden. Oward was just a good ol' hunter, and a trader, he was. It was like a dream come true. Good business, a loving wife, the loveliest boy in the world. What more could one possibly ask for?' I could think of a few, but wisely hold my tongue. He stares up at the stars blankly, almost lifelessly. He looks…helpless, and I realize that must be what had plagued me, and what still does. It's like staring in a mirror. E

My carefully crafted plan had just begun, and I already felt the threads fraying. This was supposed to be simple. A clean break. A fake boyfriend to shake the past loose. But with Orion Silverfang, nothing would ever be clean. And definitely not simple.

School became something I actually looked forward to. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Months slid into years. And just like that, we grew up. Everyone in the pack knew there was only one person who could tell the future Alpha to sit down… and he would actually listen. Me. People didn’t understand it—and honestly, neither did I. But that was just how we were. That was how Owen and I became friends— deep, unshakeable, unbreakable friends, until. We were fifteen—almost sixteen—and I couldn’t wait to finally know who my mate would be after my first shift. Actually, I still had two months to go… but Owen would turn sixteen in just five days. Five days until he found his mate.

Leona, that stupid bitch, was still good at deception. Since this was an opportunity that Leona took the initiative to give to herself, how could she fulfill the status of best friend if she didn't make good use of it? The more Oriana thought about it, the happier she became, and she immediately lay down on the big bed. Imagining that Archie would be in that big bed any minute now, Oriana was almost drunk... As long as she thought of Archie's body, which was so beautiful that it put all the male models on the catwalk to shame, Oriana couldn't control her trembling body...

/LORCAN/ If I hadn't lost my sense of time, today was the final day of my rut. I stared up at the ceiling of my bedroom, my head aching slightly. I rolled onto my side, immediately wincing as a wave of nausea hit me. The sheets were damp, smelling heavily of sweat and my room was covered in my pheromones. “This is hilarious,” I scoffed in disbelief. How was it possible for a recessive Omega’s pheromones to affect me? I wasn't even affected by dominant omegas so how? Was Theo not aware of his actual secondary gender?

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

He stared at me—his betrothed, the female he had sworn to protect—being carried effortlessly in the arms of the most powerful Alpha in the Duskwild Expanse. The promise of our youth, the quiet nights we spent sharing dreams of running through the northern woods together, shattered into a thousand pieces in the freezing air. "Lyra?" Orion’s voice roared across the snow, deep, hoarse, and strained like a wounded beast. My heart shattered into painful fragments. I knew how much he was bleeding inside, but there was no turning back. The path had been carved in blood and pack contracts the moment the Nightbane borders fell. I rested my head against Kaelen’s broad, fur-draped shoulder, forcing my

"The moon is a great power, little Omega. It controls our tides, our passions, our destiny. You and I, we are two parts of a unit. Two faces of one coin. We were meant to be." He walked toward the iron door, a ghost in the moonlight. He hesitated, his hand on the cold metal. "The sun will rise again tomorrow. The war will go on. Theon will hunt you. Your friends will hunt you. But tonight, when the moon casts its light, you are mine. And I am yours." He closed the door, the metal click of the lock sounding a final, ear-splitting confirmation.

Warning: Mature content The days after the battle at BloodHill were rather peaceful. River and Gonzalo enjoyed that moment of peace, using it to reconnect with themselves and also to spend more time with Rain. Emphasis on the ‘’reconnecting’ though. Their nights had been more steamier than ever, and they had some of the best sex since they took over IronClaw. Good moon goddess, have mercy, if she could just stay all night and all day having sex with her man, she would. But sadly, she had her duties as Alpha to attend to. And it was an unrealistic wish anyway.

“Then why won’t you look away?” Because in the books, you never looked away. His hand skimmed down, resting at my waist, curling possessively. My stomach dipped. His lips brushed my ear barely. “You know what happens to girls who don’t listen?” My voice was barely a whisper. “What?” “They end up right where I want them.” Every nerve in me lit up. My mind was already running ahead, writing the scene where his mouth claimed mine and his hands pushed every of my boundaries. But then… like a splash of cold water, Lena’s face crashed into my brain. My best friend. My very oblivious best friend.