Spicy Dramione Fan Art Mga Nobela at Kwento

Amara’s POV The shift was painful. I could not believe it. Looking at myself from the back of my mind, I realized we are huge, three tails, red and white in color. Everyone is looking at us in awe. Thinking to myself, I don’t even know her name. “Skadii,” a voice says to me. Taken aback at the response, “excuse me?” I say. My name... It’s Skadii. I am your Lycan and you are my human. Together, we will do great things, the voice replies. Not sure what to say, I just keep quiet. Looking at everyone in front of me through eyes that aren’t mine but are, I can see their... their fear and astonishment. Skadii takes one look at Blake. “Mate,” she rumbles, then snaps her jaws at Thalia. Thalia takes

Damian smirked as he took out two tropical drinks from the tiki hut bar behind him. He was tall and muscular, wearing nothing but a vibrant Hawaiian shirt and a pair of faded denim shorts. The shirt, adorned with bright and bold patterns of hibiscus flowers and palm trees, seemed to bring out the stunning blue of his eyes and perfectly complemented his sun-kissed skin. As he stared at me, a broad smile crossed his face, and his eyes lit up. "I've bought this for you." Damian pulled out a bunch of flowers from behind like a magician pulls out a rabbit from a hat.

“I’m Princess Nya of Frindom, and I have come to slay the dragon that terrorizes our kingdoms. That’s who I am! Now, if you’ll kindly step aside so that I can find him, I would greatly appreciate it!” “Find him?” the man in black repeated before he gave a slight chuckle and shook his head. Whatever he found amusing about that statement, he didn’t elaborate at the moment. Instead, he continued his inquiry, as if Nya owed him an explanation. “If you are princess of Frindom, what are you doing in Goodhorn?”

“I am tired, my body feels heavy. Everything stresses me out and I do not like how the pack members look at me when I walk past them – it makes me seem like a freak.” Dante stole a glance at Waylon and said, “And I do not want you to leave me alone with everyone else. They all stink and annoy me. Waylon I want all your attention.” Waylon bit down on his bottom lip as he continued to listen to Dante’s requests. Dante looked back at his hands and continued, “The spicy food you make gives me heartburn.” “And you want sex?” Waylon confirmed. Dante nodded shyly making Waylon smile.

He sat back up to admire her perfectly sculpted body. Everything about her was mesmerising and enticing, from her long slender legs to the deep curve of her waist, up to her perfectly rounded breasts, his eyes drifted to her dragon mark again, it was truly breath-taking, his eyes then wandered to her Dhampir markings only, she had an extra symbol? He didn’t allow chance for the questions to linger in his head as he looked up at her beautiful, delicate face and looked into her enchanting purple and blue eyes and saw the same hunger there.

he whispers, sending a rush of shiver cascading down my spine. "I'm so happy you're mine again and I'll take care of you" he breathes into my neck before sucking the skin. I close my eyes and slightly bend my neck to the side. I like when he does this, in fact I like when he does anything. I pull his head down to me and run my fingers in his hair as he continues to hungrily suck my neck. Hungrily! My chicken breast! "Bryne!" I push him away and go to the pan. Please don't get burnt. I flip over the chicken to see a very dark brown color.

(Quara Raedrim) “[…..Quara, my lovely Junior…..I AM A FREAKING SKELETON HOW THE HECK I CAN EAT ANY OF THAT!!!…do you think I don’t want to taste..those sweet prawns?…those fleshy blue fin tuna!!….…ahhh…my life~!!..]”. (DJ SKELLY)

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

A growl rippled through the line. “This is our home,” I continued, my voice growing louder, steadier. “Our families. Our pack. That thing in the mist? That is not our Alpha. That is not our blood. I am your Luna. Damon is your Alpha. And we are still standing. We are all going to stand, we are all going to fight until the very end of this, no matter what is to happen.” I pointed to the creatures writhing at the treeline.

“And that’s me.” She smiled, warmth spreading through her chest. “You’re very good at this.” Draco grinned, tongue sticking out slightly as he added three taller figures beside them. “And that’s Uncle Nico, Uncle Lorenzo, and Uncle Damien!” The crayons scattered as he lifted the page proudly. Elena froze. Her smile stayed, but it felt fragile—like glass about to crack. She reached out, smoothing the corner of the paper. “That’s… very nice, sweetheart.” From the corner of the room, Damien looked up. His gaze flicked briefly to the drawing, then to her. His expression didn’t change, but she saw the flicker of emotion in his eyes before he looked away again.