Raelle And Scylla Fanfic Novels & Stories

The sounds of heavy footsteps follow and I immediately break into a sprint. “Ruelle!” I scream. My eyes are trained on the golden furry creature escaping into the woods but before I can get on it’s tail, a weak moan reaches my ears, one I recognize so well. My feet come to a halt, my frantic eyes taking the scene before me. Ruelle is sprawled on the grass, her hair sticking to her tear stained cheeks and her eyes barely open.

“What’s the connection?” “Aella and Scott are both Zoriana’s best friends, and they both like to rail males. If you could see past your own nose, you’d know that Scott has never pursued a single she-wolf in his life. He was always interested in males. Even his mate… Braydon, I think… is a man.” Ryder froze. The glass felt like ice in his hand. Scott and Braydon—his former Gamma and his head warrior—were a couple, and he’d had no idea. He looked at his father in disbelief, but he knew Ryan wouldn’t lie about this.

The house was quiet as usual except Rachel trying to go around to see what fun thing to do. Dawn came and it was almost time to leave for Diapora secretly. Rielle was glad that she could leave Alex territory to go get a good air outside. A place far away from Alex. Although she doesn't know where Rachel would be taking her to but she was glad she would be leaving. Rachel walked into the room fully dressed in a black short gown which was revealing. It hardly covered her boobs and it was transparent. Rielle was taken aback at the way she dressed cause that wasn't like Rachel. Even though she is crazy, she is also decent. She loves her reputation cause she is the fourth strongest among the were

Then the light faded slowly leaving the cave in darkness. "Where did it go?" Almeta pondered. The sea monster nostrils smelled her scent. The little mermaid scent filled him and strengthened him a bit. But the sea monster wanted more. He wanted to taste the little mermaid to renew his strength. Almeta searched for the pearl she had seen until she touched a rough surface— the sea monster's nose! Scylla knew it was a mermaid in his cave! And his eyes flare open immediately. “Hello little one." Scylla's deep voice greeted her.

And I am confident that I am not a bitch. Kira’s free hand rests lightly on my shoulder as she speaks to the women. “Stephanie, Julia, Rose, this is Layla,” she says, smiling at the group. “She’s Raelin’s mate.” Did she really have to add that last part?! The three women suddenly stop sipping their cherry colored drinks at once, and I catch the subtle shift in their facial expressions. They don't look very happy, but they also don't look like they want to pounce on me and murder me on the spot.

He picks up the pace, no longer caring to be gentle. “Aria,” he groans as his cock swells inside of me. Stars spill behind my eyelids as another wave of pleasure washes over me. His mouth is still on mine when the world cracks. A violent ripple tears through the dreamscape. Heat turns to cold. Light turns to shadow. Kael jerks back, eyes wide, pupils blown wide with panic. “Aria,” he starts, but the dream shudders again. A screeching hiss ripples through the air, like claws dragging over glass.

Scar's POV Sex with Arielle was magic, it was enchanting and I wouldn't lie about not being intoxicated. It felt like the first time whenever our bodies met, I didn't seem to get enough, I didn't want to get enough, I couldn't. Nothing was worth hearing like her moans and soft screams, her pleas for more and more I gave, more I craved.

Because my wolf liked Lyra, Far more than he should. The music shifted and we moved together. Slowly and carefully. The distance between us felt impossibly small. Every breath, every movement, every accidental brush of fingers. Painfully noticeable. “You’re staring again.” Lyra looked away immediately. Interesting. Very interesting. LYRA This was a mistake. A very terrible mistake. The kind of mistake people write songs about. Rael smelled annoyingly good. Like cedarwood, rain and something distinctly wolf. His hand remained respectful, exactly where it should be.

RALIA That night I had a bad dream. I saw a little boy being tied up and tortured by a group of werewolves. He cried and pleaded for mercy but they wouldn’t listen, they continued torturing him ruthlessly. They used hot metals to burn his skin after tearing his flesh with their claws. I felt so much pity for the young lad, wishing I could take away his pain. That little boy who was tied up and being tortured, letting out agonizing screams which fell on deaf ears is Lesley.

LYRA My heart is a caged, wild bird pounding against my ribcage, the map's lies… or facts… seared in back of my eyes, I have to get out, I have to breathe, I have to not be ensnared by his granite and his shadow and the weight of what that damn scroll means, so I'm running, running down the hallway, not seeing, just needing space, and then he's there, Roric, rising out of the darkness like a boulder from hell, in front of me, his massive arms crossed, his face like carved granite.