Slashfic Characters Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vorlyk took the gnarled hand into his and pulled Madayah onto his lap. He kissed the mutilated side of her face and ran his hand over the smooth side. His entire body relaxed when she leaned in and kissed him. Nicolas felt their love deep in his gut. He cared about Franklin, loved him for the wonderful person he was but could never give the vampire what he wanted. Nicolas hoped to someday find a she-wolf mate to share his life, and Franklin, his best friend, understood that. He often teased Nicolas that he, Franklin, would be the gay uncle to wolf pups. Nicolas's heart squeezed, and for the first time in months grief shadowed his thinking more than revenge.

I was familiar with nightmares, I had a lot of them when Lea passed away but never had I seen anyone struggle to get away from one with such pain and was barely able to like she did. I had asked Lucas, a young man from the clan to gather every piece of information he could on her since Silas and I were busy. Today we were meeting with another Lycan pack on the west side to suggest an alliance. Silas and I were currently in front of the house of a young Lycan named Kallen, the son of the previous leader of that clan. He was in his late twenties and had a handsome face with a full set of fangs, but what I noticed the most was those red glowing eyes. He was one of the rare lycans who couldn't s

She turned around only to see no one was there. What just happened? Her Lyaofyn, Mara asked. A Lyaofyn was a word in Xiafionica they used to describe was half Lycan which was a creature who had the chance to decide if they wanted to turn into a wolf or Lycan, this creature could change between both species at any time. Lilith- I don't know. It was as if someone was in the shower with us. Mara- Maybe it was just our imagination.

“And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His family’s bloodline is draconic royalty.” Lyra’s lips curled mischievously as she concluded, “And last but certainly not least, Lucien Virelith, the incubus. Darkly charming and playfully dangerous, he’s the one who leaned in close to you just now. He has a talent for getting under your skin, both literally and figuratively.” Seraphine blinked, her gaze darting between them in disbelief, as if they had just performed a scene from some twisted dark fantasy film. “You’re joking, right?”

Sniffling, she made a crying face, holding his shirt, "I am not a witch. I am not a witch…" "You are not. You are a normal person, just like the rest of us. You are no infidel." He whispered, helping her to sit down and relax her mind. "Really?" She asked, wiping her tears. "Yes." He nodded, offering her his hand with a cute smile. Though he had stopped smiling, but for the sake of the kid who had lost her life, he smiled. "I am Zadicus Snyder and he is my brother, Tristan. You?" He asked softly.

“Yes, she wore a cloak, but I recognized her face.” Lucifer rests his palms on the table and growls. “You said a horde attacked the club; what were they? Where they a new species?” “They were most definitely a species we had never seen before. I believe they were a mix of banshee, gargoyle, manticore and a harpy.”

["The Moon...? How?" "I found an incomplete spell about offering a vessel to bodiless living. And I made it complete." ["Who started?"] "It's a mystery— Wait... You knew?" ["The only person I knew who made that spell is the Captain we're about to meet. She was killed while creating the spell, but unfortunately for the murderer, Afvshaganifs cast a spell upon herself prior to the incident which brought her life back and stole the life of the suspect. She didn't continue the spell because the scroll was stolen. So, if you made that spell, then it means you can perform Captain Afvshaganifs' spell too. You're an Eldar!"]

"I mean, Luke's not wrong. She doesn't take her responsibilities of being a beta's mate seriously, and she has basically replaced the nanny as a mother. But I don't know. Sometimes she does step up to the plate. Like when you were in battle she was a good friend and helped ease the pain when I felt you get hit by the wolfsbane." "It's hard to stop seeing someone as a friend when that's the only way you knew them for so long. I think that's part of the reason why I had such a hard time finishing Charlie off. He wasn't always that bad. I probably should have been there for him more after his father got put to death. That's when he started to change and got mixed up with some shady people." "Ho

"Fitz Sidlewick, Warrior, and the Warrior's Blade demanded I remain behind and keep an eye out for you. The dark elf has invited the Warrior's Blade back to his hovel to discuss a friend of yours, a Mr. Trace Wheeler. Seems the man is in a right pickle with the aswang, who intends to kill him." Rhychard felt his eyebrow arch as he squinted at Fitz, not believing Aradhon's motives were so sincere and helpful. "And she just went with him? Trace was at my apartment just a little bit ago and not with the aswang." "Aswang?" Officer Rochester asked. "Who is aswang?" "Not a who, but a what," Rhychard said. "Apparently, she's the creature draining men of their life force and leaving them as carved s

“huh? You’re still a shameless flirt, don’t think I’m falling for your lines.” I found a passage faded ink, but legible. Sophia: first hybrid to birth fertile offspring. Creator of the bloodstone. Target of a global hunt. “She was real,” I whisper. Charlie nods solemnly. “And now we have to find a way out of this mess” I close the book slowly.