Novel & Cerita Rimuru Tempest Fanfiction

’ Nuri's voice trembled, the unanswered questions clawing at her mind, and the weight of her own unspoken desires made her heart race faster. ‘I don’t know. I thought he was going to attack me for a second. I think I was just being paranoid,’ Tempest replied, her tone softening, though there was an undercurrent of something deeper—something fierce and protective. She closed the distance between them, brushing her head against Rian's shoulder, her movements fluid and graceful, as though they had done this a thousand times before. The soft yip that escaped her was almost like a purr, a playful sound that caused Nuri’s pulse to quicken.

If there’s anything anyone can make with their hands, they do it. What they lack… is thriving industry. Every pack has one, and from what I've seen the Tempest pack’s industry is agriculture. They just…. ”Emery?” I leave my thoughts and head to the door. When I open it, Raiden is standing on the other side, a surprised look in his eyes as his nose flares briefly. There’s a genuine level of alarm in his tone when he asks, “Why do you smell like blood?” Almost immediately the images flash back behind my eyes.

I asked as we walked towards the table. “Do you like it?” Lewis asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice, I turned around so we were facing each other. Holding both his hands in mine and giving them a gentle squeeze as I stood on my toes. He looked cute when he was nervous, “never thought I would be making you nervous” I said as I brushed my thumb over his knuckles. “I guess you have an effect on me” He said, placing a kiss on my forehead. I smiled at the small gesture and he walked me over to the table pulling my seat out for me. I took my seat and he pushed me in before going around and pulling out a small cooler and taking a bottle of premixed mimosa. I held my glass up and he served

My mouth tastes like copper and defeat. Silk sheets instead of cotton. Wrong texture, wrong everything. Memory comes in fragments. The bar. Remiora appearing like a bad omen. Drinks that carried more than alcohol. After that, images blur together. Heat and manipulation and the systematic destruction of every reason I had to resist. "Good morning, alpha." I turn my head and meet Remiora's triumphant violet gaze. Her black hair spills across my pillow like spilled ink, and her red mouth curves in satisfaction.

*Dust* The morning light spills through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft, golden glow. I stir awake, feeling the warmth of River’s body pressed against mine, a comforting feeling that grounds me in this moment. The events of last night flicker through my mind, a whirlwind of emotions. My heart races at the memory of our shared intimacy, the way he claimed me, marking me as his mate and Luna. It feels unreal, like something out of a storybook.

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.

Arc I – The Possession Begins Chapter 4: The Curse Reveals Its Teeth Thunder rolled like the sky was arguing with itself. The storm had arrived without warning—rain lashing the windows, the wind shrieking like a banshee in a bad mood. Mira sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the frost lilies Adrian had given her. The petals glowed faintly in the candlelight, stubbornly perfect despite the gloom. She poked one. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you? Pretty, fragile, impossible to maintain… you and I have a lot in common.”

The storm becomes a symphony. The Obsidian Expanse pulses, reacting to the union of Vampire Lord and Lunar Ailura. Ramon is everywhere, his kisses, his whispered devotion, his body molding to mine like we were forged for each other. And in truth, we were. Then, at the peak of our passion, he sinks his fangs into my neck, marking me forever.

Until—Until— Nothing compared to how I'd come in that moment. It was like the roar of a tornado as it passed over a house—the quiet of the eye of a storm. My voice was lost in the roar of light and sound and joy and so much love. Remmy laughed, the carefree sound of someone trapped in a free fall, tears pricking into storm eyes as he hid in the crook of my neck, cumming hard into me, pressed so flush I was surprised that any managed to slip out. "Ramiel!" I breathed, kissing him in the strange vortex of light and sound. "Creator of mighty tempests! O son called God has thundered! Storm-Treader!"

Not suspicion, but analysis. Iris followed my gaze briefly. “They are studying us,” she said calmly. “Let them.” She didn’t argue because they weren’t wrong to observe. Every Emberbound member in the room understood the same thing now. Storm and sky working together like this wasn’t just a relationship. It was a weapon. And the longer we moved across the dance floor together, the more obvious that truth became. The music continued. Between steps of the slow dance, Iris and I wove through the crowd as more couples joined us on the floor. Lantern light bounced off polished rock while the enchanted constellations above cast faint star-shaped shadows around the room.