Outer Banks Fic Novels & Stories

The "Iron Silence" of the Ocracoke safe house didn't break with a scream; it shattered with the "Kinetic" roar of a specialized "Zero-Point" extraction engine. Before Ethan could breach the mudroom from the treeline, Cassandra Reed had executed her "Final Audit."

they murmured. She went outside. It was starting to get chilly out. Her bare arms erupted with goosebumps. She scanned the courtyard. Empty. Their trucks were gone too. She closed her eyes for a moment. Claws tearing into flesh. Deep slashes. Had they morphed? Her legs fell light and she gripped the wall, nearly passing out. She blinked back tears and turned around. She collided into someone. She couldn't really make out who it was in the darkness. “Whoa. Easy there,” Rowan's voice came out unsteady, catching her elbows.

Outside, birds chirped obliviously, and life at the Oasis pack was going on as per usual. While Fynn lay broken on the floor, drowning in bonds he couldn't escape, to people he couldn't remember how to love… And one - one precious, unknown one whom he couldn't reach at all.

She swiftly flipped the bristle pages over till she got to to where they had stopped before the distraction. Dear diary, Was all that was written and with curiosity that caused Trisha's brows to gnarl, she opened to the next page but it was empty. She continued flipping the page and as she neared the end of the book, her faith in the journal dwindled but upon arrival at the last page, it prophesied to her, and Harold, and Wilkes—into details, what Harold was going to face during the contest and it was nothing good; Dear diary, the moon shone brighter than ever before that evening. We were out, in the open world, away from our school; Golden Lake University, just the three of us. The wind wai

A man, naked and covered in dirt, lay on the cement floor. Esta's voice went into Nicolas's head with barely controlled fury. "It's Fredock." "Who's Fredock?" "He's Raykon's right hand. When he's not joining in the torture, he likes taking pictures, and videotaping what the cats do to women. He must die." Esta's entire body tensed and her eyes darkened with hatred. "We need to know everything in his mind, Esta." Vorlyk silently joined their conversation. Marcus was the only one not included, and he looked at them expectantly.

Belinda boldly met his gaze. Draven's lips tilted to the side. "You'll have what you want." An hour later, Belinda entered the underground garage of the skyscraper to meet an auburn-haired man leaning on an SUV. He brought down the lit cigarette from his lips as she approached, exhaling smoke through his nose. "Where to mam?" His tone was sarcastic as he pulled open the door to the car's driver seat. Belinda was an omega who had found favor with the boss by spreading her legs—she hardly expected the hard men of the Lycan's mafia to respect her. That said, it would be to her benefit if they at least didn't dislike her.

Outside, the Nashville skyline glittered like fallen diamonds, but inside the terrace of the master suite, the world was reduced to the soft clink of a china cup and the rhythmic, rhythmic purr of Fester. Olivia Dorian sat draped in a midnight-blue silk nightgown, the fabric cool against her skin as the evening breeze stirred the gossamer curtains. Fester, a magnificent creature with fur like polished onyx, rubbed his head against her ankles, providing a steady, comforting warmth. To the outside world, Olivia was a titan of industry—cold, precise, and untouchable. But here, in the quiet hours, she was simply a woman waiting.

Every so often, his gaze flicked to her, checking—measuring—like he could read her pulse from her skin. ⸻ They reached the waterfront again, but this time not the public docks. This was the underbelly of the city—a place where rusted ships swayed like corpses and the smell of oil and salt clung to the air. The Black Orchid was no flower. It was a club hidden in an abandoned cargo terminal, a fortress of steel doors and reinforced glass, guarded by men whose faces stayed in the dark. Luciano stepped out first, scanning the perimeter, then offered his hand to her. She took it, even though her palm was damp, her chest tight.

Marcus flanked the last pair, silencing them with quick, well-placed shots. The corridor was quiet again. Fiona didn’t waste a second. She sprinted down the passageway, heart pounding. “We’re running out of time,” Marcus reminded her. She knew. She could feel it. William was right there—one step away from escaping. Not today. --- The Underground Dock The tunnel opened up into a cavernous underground dock, the dark waters shimmering under the dim overhead lights. A sleek, black speedboat bobbed in the waves, engine already running.

I asked him. “I mean your father wants to turn them into slaves. If they don’t serve the packs as omegas then they serve in other ways. As in sexually. You do know that he owns his own brothel, don’t you? This is why your father and Fiona had the falling out. Fiona uncovered the underground club and the practices that are taken there. The club serves for all needs both sexually and physically. If you can’t get off sexually there is an underground club that you could do just about anything your heart desires, even up to murder. I do believe that there is even a cannibalism room. Though I have not been there since your father first started up the club. The though of that place repulses me. Tho