Onward Fanfic Novels & Stories

We were both surviving this hell. My cruel father had even turned my older sister, Shayna, against her. When King Orion had come to him many moons ago, my sister had foolishly fallen in love with the bear shifter king. He, King Orion, had taken an interest in her, even though he was quite a few years her senior. It wasn’t her he had an interest in, no it was her inventions. Her ability as a chemist and her very own twisted mind, that’s what he wanted from her. To use her and Shayna was more than willing to be used by him. She was blinded by lust.

The air sparkled with the promise of untold adventures, and the horizon beckoned with mysteries waiting to be unveiled. Faelan descended gracefully, wings folding with a subtle rustle. "In this realm, the boundaries between werewolves and vampires blur, and ancient conflicts hold no dominion. Here, the extraordinary nature of your love becomes a catalyst for transformation—a force that reshapes the very essence of supernatural existence." Davien and I exchanged glances, our eyes reflecting a shared understanding of the profound journey that lay ahead. The Nexus of Unity, a realm born from the magic of the Heartwood, held the promise of a future where the divisions of the past could be transc

Alliances and enemies which means danger. "Hey." He cups my face with both hands, forcing me to look at him. "Don't spiral. I've got you." I nod, swallowing hard as I force a smile. "I know." But as we drive back to campus, I can't shake the feeling that everything just got more complicated. Timothy married into the Wintermoon pack. I'm courting the Bloodfang heir. And somewhere in the middle of all this political maneuvering, we still have to play hockey.

The tingles I had been trying to ignore soured within me, and my wolf recognized them. "Mine..." He growled in my head. I shook my head, refusing to let my hunger for sex blind my judgment. Nova was an omega; I couldn't have her. It was impossible. But my wolf had another thing planned; as we both moved to the rhythms of our hormones, it no longer remained sex with a whore; it became more. We became more. It was passionate. It was lovemaking. As the pulls of the bond I was rejecting soured around us, intertwining to become one, I let go of my control.

Right now, nothing existed except Aurora writhing beneath me, her heat demanding more, and my overwhelming need to claim her as mine completely. To announce to my people that she would be their only leader alongside me. I was waiting for the right opportunity. Unfortunately, the council kept their noses up my fucking business and I wasn’t getting the chance. But soon I would Then I felt it. Aurora trembling under me. Shivering. Getting closer. It was almost time again. And I was more than ready to provide for my woman.

He had erased Marcus from Noah’s mind, he had marked his territory in public, and he had felt the warmth of Noah’s skin under his own. The obsession was no longer just a hunger; it was an all-consuming fire. And as Noah chattered away about silk and Paris, Orion simply tightened his arm, drawing the "sweet" uncle closer into his side, knowing that very soon, "nephew" would be the last thing Noah called him.

I cried out, hips lifting off the cushions. "Easy," Zeviar commanded softly. "Let us open you up. You're going to take us both tonight, little wolf." I was lost in it. The heat had become a living flame, licking through every vein. Their scents wrapped around me, storm and pine and raw Alpha male, until I couldn't tell where I ended and they began. Orion lowered his head and replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking a long, slow stripe up my center before sealing his mouth over my clit and sucking.

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“Years ago when I knew you, you called Owen the offspring of a science experiment between a Pug and a baboon.” “So? People change?” “Enough for you to say that same guy is your... man?” “Yes; it’s the twenty-first century, Jace Donovan. Captain obvious much?” I waited and finally looked at Owen again. His hair was a different shade than what it was when we met before arriving in Canada weeks ago; how did I not prove that before? Or the fact that Owen could suddenly play as well as… Noah? Bleeding from his butt…? Only a woman can do that. I folded my arms; stared at Tara for a moment longer before my lips stretched slowly; “What are you two hiding?”

I tug my breeches up loosely, not bothering to lace them, and let my head fall back, staring at the flickering shadows from the dying fire. My mind drifts to how far I’ve come, or fallen, into this isekai mess. “Okay, brain, recap time,” I murmur to myself, voice barely above a whisper. It’s a habit from my old life, talking through fan theories alone in my apartment. “In Thorns of Desire, Cillian’s supposed to be this untouchable scholar, topping everyone in his path, building his harem without a hitch. But me? I bottomed for Ardyn on day one, topped them both awkwardly, and now we’re in a threesome competition? Plot’s derailed big time.” I chuckle softly, running a hand through Cillian’s b