Rainbow Six Siege Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Third person That night, things had escalated too quickly. One minute, Prince Rain found himself within the crowd, and the next he was back in Korra's room. Rain felt his back hit the softness of the bed. His wolf was weak, but he didn't stop fighting. Raze hated another's touch more than anything else. He wasn't just the king of wolves who was jealous over his mate, but also the kind who was jealous over things of his mate, and he, their body, was one of those, if not the most important.

"I don't like you. You're too fake!" My eyes were red-rimmed, my voice trembling with suppressed sobs. My inner wolf sensed my turmoil, silently grinding its claws, growling with rage. Liam arched an eyebrow, smirking wickedly as he pinned me onto the couch. "Really? You don't like me? You think I'm fake? Insincere?" I recoiled at his touch, disgust curling in my stomach. I wanted to vomit.

With one last look at my mates—drawing strength from their unwavering support—I raised the vial to my lips and drank. The effect was immediate and overwhelming. My vision blurred, the world around me seeming to ripple and distort. I felt Eowyn's hands grasp mine, her silver Starfire flowing into me, creating an anchor point in the swirling chaos of sensation. Then everything shifted, and I wasn't standing in the courtyard anymore. I wasn't me anymore. I was Fenrir, and the world was ending. --- Fire rained from a sky split open with darkness. Buildings crumbled as reality itself warped and twisted. People ran screaming through streets that rippled like water, some disappearing into sudden ri

Storm laughed. I covered my face. I hated how these boys can easily read my mind. Grey and Sky were now rolling over the floor. I stood up and kicked the two. "Seth." Raze called, looking serious along with Mono. "You need to tell us because they will ask, okay." I sigh while looking at our leader. Of course, I understood. Because of the photos online, some fans are thinking that I slept with my girlfriend. "I just checked on her to see if she's getting better."

Twin dragons with matching green eyes that see through me, into me, yet refuse to tell me what they see. I fling an arm across my eyes, as if that might block out the images that cycle through my mind: Sorin's rage as the ward closed between us; the pulsing walls of the clubhouse responding to my light; Rain's cold assessment and Riku's warm invitation. Most of all, that inexplicable pull between us—the bond, as Liora called it, though she wouldn't explain further.

I fought hard, my werewolf instincts taking over as I clashed with my fellow pack members. Afterward, I returned to my room, tired yet exhilarated. My phone buzzed again with a message from my mysterious lover. "Can't wait for tonight, sunshine. Wear the blindfold, 'cause I'm ready and coming to get you." I rushed back to the bathroom, flying through my morning routine faster than ever. School was waiting, and I couldn’t risk being late. I grabbed my backpack and headed to the door, where my brother was already leaning against his car, waiting.

I look back, Draven, Daemon, and Darius are tearing at the wolves, drenched in blood, screaming helplessly. Their faces Horrified. Raging. Broken. “RAIN!” Darius’s roar shakes the earth. Caius yanks me through the portal. The last thing I hear before darkness snaps shut, Is the sound of my mates losing their minds. And then Nothing.