Scourge X Fiona Novels & Stories

Samantha froze. She looked at Vincent and asked stiffly, "What do you mean?" Vincent pointed at the panicked Fiona behind her and revealed the truth, his voice steady and merciless. "She is not the daughter of your savior. The real Fiona died a long time ago. That girl is just a sickly girl from the orphanage. She stole Fiona's identity to survive. And that scratch back then happened because Daisy found out the truth. This girl staged the whole thing to gain your trust!"

This was senseless, his screams were long, and my curiosity overpowered my fear when I looked out the frosted window. My fingertips burned, my head pulsed, and I was so ashamed because I was so hungry, terribly hungry. My mouth salivated when I saw the driver pulled apart. Two masked men in large, white fur coats with mud on them, rubbed along their bodies to camouflage into the forest tore his ligaments apart.

At the mention of the word ‘punish’ the crowd cheered wildly. “By the power vested on me as the Alpha of this clan, I hereby charge Scarlett Paige, daughter of the late humble Logan Paige for treason! And from today henceforth, she would no longer be a member of this pack or be allowed to participate in any activities of this pack…” a wild pause, “…she’s hereby declared a rogue and an enemy of this kingdom!” He yelled making the crowd erupt in wild cheering. Fat tear drops fell hopelessly from my eyes as I opened my mouth again to speak but couldn’t seem to.

Then, he strode over and took my hand firmly. Raising our joined hands high, he declared in a loud, unwavering voice: “I, Derek, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, claim Ella as my Luna!” Before the stunned spectators could react, Derek turned around—dragging my still-numb body with him—and left the hunting grounds without hesitation. A tidal wave of shocked murmurs and gasps exploded behind us, echoing across the field. Amanda collapsed into her father Alex’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “Dad! I can’t take this humiliation! That moment—it should have been mine!

“They’ll suffer.” The trail led us deeper into the woods, the scent growing stronger. My heart pounded as I caught sight of a figure in the distance. “Marcellus,” Raymond said, his voice urgent. “That’s her scent. We’re close.” I didn’t respond, my focus solely on the figure ahead. But as we drew closer, I realized it wasn’t Fiona. It was one of the rogues, standing there as if waiting for us. The rogue smirked, holding up a torn piece of fabric that belonged to Fiona. “Looking for someone?”

Meanwhile, Fiona and the gang leader, Scorpion, were struggling with each other. He had untied her to have maximum pleasure when he fuck her. She was still dressed in her beautiful dinner gown but then, she didn't let the gown affect her smartness. Scorpion tried to hit her hard and bring her to succumb but Fiona was as slippery as a fish. She would slip off his hand. That made scorpion to be more furious. How can it be heard that a woman was too strong for him to be overpowered? It is a shame and he would lose his position as the leader of the gang.

" Smith murmured. Just then the door opened again there Fiona and Sophia walked in black garments. Sophia looked down, not able to to glance at her friend "Oh, my Luna, Good day to you" Fiona bowed. "Did I do it in the right way, oh sorry I should kneel?" Sale a look toward Sophia. "I never expected this from you, what a regret in finally thinking I have a best fri…" Fiona squashed her cheek real hard. "What? A regret? How dare you!" Fiona screamed and a silver brooch pierced Selena's chest. Selena coughs our blood.

The soft fabric of the dress caressed my skin as I walked through the grand hall, my arm linked with Favian’s. I had never worn anything this beautiful in my life. The gown was a deep emerald green, shimmering under the soft lights as if it were alive. I felt elegant, powerful, like someone worth admiring. It was a far cry from the ragged woman I had been only days ago. Favian’s hand gripped mine gently, but there was a firmness to it, and it made me feel safe. This was no ordinary night, it was my introduction to the world as his mate, as Luna of the Furbloom Pack.

"My birthday next month is the perfect opportunity. During the chaos, you storm in and take control of the Council of Elders. I've already contacted the old loyalists." Ken wrapped an arm around her waist intimately. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." She leaned into him naturally. Her eyes flashed with vicious resolve. "The Blue Moon Pack owes us. It's time they paid. "As for Ryan–" She lowered her voice. "I'll deal with him personally." I trembled. Fiona hadn't lost her memory. She was the orphaned survivor of the West Azure Pack. She approached Ryan for revenge. I had to tell Edgar, but I had neither voice nor body. I was nothing but a drifting spirit.

“Of the true Scourge. The one who broke him. The one who made him.” It wasn’t fear in her voice. It was knowledge. And it chilled me more than any storm. 3: An Oath in Ash That night, the Grove pulsed with light. Not fire. Not magic. Just... awareness. The Spiral was alive, fully awake now, and watching. We were no longer merely defending a forest. We were part of something vast. Elira called a council at midnight, and for once, no one argued. “We need to know what’s coming,” she said. “We need to find the source. We need to know who leads the Scourge.”