Outer Banks Fanfic Novels & Stories

Damian Everything was coming together. I was surprised at how easy it was to convince Alpha heir Terry to hear out of my proposition. He must be truly desperate to find whoever this mysterious woman. I had heard about him breaking off his engagement with Kim, the eldest daughter of the Iron Claw pack. Perhaps this mystery woman was his mate. An omega knocked on his door and I said, “Enter.” “Excuse me, sir. Terry Black Fang has arrived,” the omega said with a bowed head.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

My tone was cold, brooking no play. She giggled, then twirled her hair. “Everyone did. She was a badass, she beat them all bloody. I’m her fan now.” She tried to trail her fingers across my chest. I caught her hand midair, my eyes narrowed. “I could be your fan too…” she purred. I dropped her hand like it burned and turned away. We went outside, my beast clawed beneath my skin. Her scent trailed weakly toward a corridor, then vanished, like smoke torn apart by wind.

I am Lady Blackwynd now. She never thought the girl she used to treat like dirt would be the high mistress of Darkmere Crossing, standing way up above her shadow! "Shut your mouth! Thorne barked at the Sovereign and deserved to get his fur burned! Alpha Vickon is being super nice just letting him sit in the pool for a little bit!" Lucan Duskclaw sees his female being totally stupid, so he runs over and yanks her arm real hard, his face looking super dark and angry.

“I have a plan in place don’t worry. You need to get back to the Justice Court and prepare for a battle. I will handle things on my end, I’m sure they will be questioning other elders and councilmen on their way to the Justice court. They need to be prepared for a battle. If alpha Makahi wants to start a war. He will get more than he bargained for. Mina’s POV: “I’m starting to think yall don’t like me, but I don’t know why, I’m such a lovable person.” I said, groaning, slowly opening my eye to look directly at Ocean lying beside me still passed out. “Bitch get your ass up; your ass was supposed to be getting Blaze and rescuing me or at the very least not be locked up along with me. What type

It was so fucking good, so tangy and sweet just like her in every way. *Stop, that’s enough,* Judson shouted, over mind-link to Nox. I grunted as my orgasm ripped through my body and I pulled back to see the nasty gash I’d left on my Omega. I panicked and quickly took the blood in my hand, and tried to rub it on. The water was already polluted with blood and the smell was stirring something primal in me. When her heart rate slowed, a wave of absolute panic shot through me. Finch moved her quickly, pulling her into his lap and licking my bite mark. Let's face it, it was a gash. I ripped a fucking gash in her neck. I felt absolutely sick looking at it.

He says making me bite my lower lip in shame "Reject me," I spat, my eyes blazing. He narrows his stare at me. "Reject me," I repeated, my voice rising. "I don't want to be your mate." Alexandra's expression darkened. "Mind how you speak to me omega!” He leashed. I scoffed, “That’s right, I am an omega one that you don’t want to claim so reject me, Alexandra” He remained mute his jawline harding as his hands bold into a fist.

Bella “No, this can’t be, he’s mine, Father!” I screamed, shoving the table aside, the glass and cutlery clattering to the floor. My eyes were locked on the headline: “Future Alpha of Silver Crest Pack with His Mate.” And there he was—Osborne—hand in hand with a woman. Not just any woman, but someone so beneath me she wasn’t even worthy of walking the same ground I walked on.

I let out a small moan, then without another word, he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. I stood there for a moment, trying to process everything that had happened. Just a few days ago, I had been a bullied omega, struggling to survive in a world that seemed determined to crush me. Now, I was the mate of a lycan king, standing in a palace that felt like a dream.

He delivered it like it was a Statement of fact and nothing else. I still haven't been able to believe it. After scouring the woods for a while, we found the trespass site near dawn. There were foreign scents beneath the trees — sharp, sour, feral in ways no pack blood ran. Rogues. Maybe worse. Dante crouched, fingers brushing the part of the earth their claws had dug into. His lips thinned. “Close. Days, not weeks. Watching.” Ulric growled low,his hackles rising. “Daring.”