Onward Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Even if Bajul brings a hundred guards, do you seriously think your father will let you leave? You’re his favorite son. The heir to the Somanagara fortune. If somebody takes your head off, there’s no replacement sitting on a shelf somewhere.” “I’ll talk to him. And you’ll help convince him.” “There’s no way I’m gonna help you with that!” “You have to.” “Why?” “Because I’m bored.” “Tragic.” “I need something new. An adventure. Danger. A chance to dance with death.” Wisnumurti snorted. “Death usually isn’t interested in dancing.” Jaladri scowled. After lunch, they performed the noon prayer at the small mosque beside the restaurant. By the time they returned to town, the sun had already begun i

"I am not an Omega. My father is an Alpha, I am to be a Luna." "Except, they do not do that here." Layla quickly shot Solomon a dirty look. "Thank you for reminding me." Solomon paused and stared at her for a short time. Finally he said, "I bet you would make a great Luna. I have no doubt that you would be." Although they had just met, it felt as if they had known each other their entire lives. A piece of his soul, his body, and his mind fell into place the second he saw her. She was his other half and he was hers.

We lived in separate worlds, separated by an unbridgeable chasm of social hierarchy and biological destiny. And yet… a tiny spark of hope flickered within me, fueled by the whispers of fate and the undeniable pull of a bond I couldn't comprehend. A bond that could destroy me. What am I even thinking? I guess scent blocker can't block the Omega's mind in me because a servant having a crush on the heir to the throne is a common fantasy for omegas. Why couldn't I just be a Beta or an Alpha like other males? The moon goddess definitely didn't fancy me very much; a product of a secret affair between a royal member who went rogue and a palace maid. That kind of relations hip would surely not produ

Quick note: Hey everyone! I just quickly wanted to say thank you so much for the support and understanding with the lack of updates. Life has been super hectic recently with a lot of life changes and the past week I’ve been on holiday. I am now insanely sunburnt and inside for a while to write. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter, I know it's short but I struggled to get back in the flow, there are mannnyyyy more chapters coming soon <3 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Twenty

The Wraithfang Recon Unit blueprints my mind had calculated five winters past had already paralyzed the rival borders. "Before your claw alters a single line of our vanguard armor, perhaps I should escort your carcass to the medical shamans for a full cranial scan," Orion grumbled, his massive arms crossed over his chest as his gold eyes studied my pale throat. "I need verification that your inner beast isn't still lovesick over the Calder throne. If your mind loses focus and abandons the weapon project halfway through the cycle, which commander am I supposed to roar at?" I merely matched his stare, unbothered by his blunt delivery.

Coming to face reality was the hardest part of all, as my mind still held on to the Aiden that had ignored what they whispered and stood as my pillar from the moment I lost my parents… The Aiden that had… “Are you daydreaming again!” I heard Lynn, the head omega, scream into my ears for the fifth time this evening. The plan was to ignore her throughout this night, but I seemed to drag her attention more, and it was no secret that I was hatred by basically everyone…so they made no effort to hide how happy they were that the prince who used to dance at my feet was getting married to a woman fit enough to be Luna unlike me…a mere Omega. Lynn was part of the anti-fan club that hated my guts and

“Your turn Luna..grip my arm if it hurts too badly.” “Yes, Alpha.” Orion peppered sweet little kisses down my neck to the base of my neck and collar bone. I slipped my hand around his arm in anticipation. I felt his warm breath dancing across my skin before his teeth grazed against me. I took a deep breath in anticipation right before his teeth slowly sank into my flesh. A sensation of fire dove into my muscles, causing me to grip Orion’s arm tightly. Gingerly Orion retracted his canines and licked his mark affectionately.

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

Like he *wanted* me to break. And God, I wanted to let him. My teeth sank into my lower lip as my thoughts spiraled. I imagined myself in Keisha’s place—his hands on me, his mouth, the way he’d smirked before putting that vibrator against her— *Oh, God*. This wasn’t right. Wolfe was gone. I should’ve been drowning in grief, not aching for Rand’s brother—a guy who treated temptation like a game he was determined to win. But my body didn’t care about *should*.

This was fate. The hall erupted into whispers. “No way…” “The alpha heir is rooming with a low omega?” “I fear for the omega…” Nova swallowed hard, his throat visibly bobbing, eyes darting around like he was trying to escape the building entirely. His face drained of color. His knees looked weak. My heart throbbed, not with sympathy, but delicious satisfaction. Chaos? No. This would be entertaining. I leaned my head slightly, letting my voice slice through distance. “Well, well,” I whispered loudly enough for him to hear. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, Nova.”