Seal Team Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A soft glow appeared beside him. Not her but a projection. Her voice came through the link. “Hold on, Kael. I’m coming for you.” His chest tightened. “I knew you would.” Then the projection vanished. And the Sealed Alpha stepped into view, clapping slowly. “She’s stronger than I thought. Good. She’ll make a fine queen.” Kael stood, teeth bared. “She’ll never be yours.” The Sealed Alpha’s grin widened. “She already is.” Back at the mountain...

This one thing was always annoying the females in the pack, especially her sister. They inflict many injuries on her, especially her face but somehow when they heal, all traces disappear. If not, Selena would have looked like the ghost in horror movies. Marcus slammed his mouth on her in a brutal way. His hand was still round her neck. The mating bond is a scum. Selena couldn't resist the taste of the lips even with how rough he was raving her. She came back to her senses when she remembered that he was getting married in a few hours. She then began to struggle.

"You don't have a choice. The seal was always temporary. A delay, not a solution. We will be free. The only question is how much we destroy in the process." The figure started to fade. "Wait!" I shouted. "Who are you working with? Who's helping you from this side?" "Those who understand that the old world must burn before the new one can rise. Those who seek power without limits. Those who see the seal as a prison, not a protection." Then they were gone. I stood there, shaking. The sealed door was weakening. Because of Selene's power. Which meant every time I helped her get stronger, I was helping our enemies.

"All I said was, 'You should take a look at this.' You were the one who didn't bother to read it." He kept scanning the document, desperately searching for a loophole. But the terms were ironclad, the legal language precise. And on the final page, there was a crimson mark. When Damon saw the clear, undeniable mark of his Alpha Seal—his own crimson thumbprint, imbued with a trace of his power—his body went rigid.

That's why I have to keep my lust in check, for her sake. Lust! If only it were that simple. Lust I can handle. Lust is something you slake between a woman's thighs and move the fuck on. This girl has me by the balls. Ain't that a fucking kick in the head? The big bad SEAL, taken down by a pint sized hellion. She breathes and I get hard. She gives me that lip of hers and I want to bend her over the nearest hard surface and fuck her until she can't walk straight for a week. But I have to rein it all in and my poor dick has been paying the price.

I remembered the fear on my husband's face when he came home from the dark realm. “And once the seal is made,” the rogue alpha went on, his voice getting louder. “Even if Enzo finds his fated mate, he will be forced to break that bond. He will have no choice in the matter. The fated mate bond is strong, but the demonic seal is absolute. If he refuses, the whole pack will burn.” Everything suddenly clicked into place in my head. I stood very still. My anger started fading away. It was replaced by something much better. It was replaced by a feeling of cold, dangerous joy.

Sean was speechless. He hadn't expected Eli to propose an alliance without even discussing it with them. However, now that he thought about it, an alliance might be the best way to go. They would have a higher chance of winning if they had more people with them. Sean also stood up when he noticed the crewless surveillance planes flying over their heads. Meanwhile, the members of Team A looked at each other without much thought, "Alright, let's form an alliance." Eli removed the hat that was on Sean's head and exchanged it with the one that the Commander of Team A was wearing.

A binding seal. She couldn’t believe she had been beat. She was too shocked to channel any of her power into the seal. It was all pushing back into her core and trying to fight, she could blow up herself again. It stopped after a while and the seals designed themselves all over her body. She took one last look at all of them, still with an infuriating smirk on her face as the leaders all looked down at her before everything went dark. Danny had crawled to her friend’s side during all that commotion, and held her in her arms.

One of his old practice jerseys, a pair I had stolen months earlier was half pulled out from under my pillow. She looked up when she heard me in the doorway. “What the hell is this, Riley?” She asked. My stomach dropped. “Mara, I’m going to need you to put that down.” “You’ve been writing about him for years.” She flipped through a page of my diary, moving her eyes quickly over them. “Stealing his clothes, watching him on the cameras. You’re not even crushing on him. This is—” “It’s none of your business.” “It absolutely is. He is my brother.” She raised her voice. “And you’re Logan’s little sister. You’re seventeen Riley! Do you have any idea how messed up this is?”