Spider-man X Scarlet Witch Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“If you would have understood all this earlier, none of this would have happened. You fucking married me despite knowing that I had a fated mate and then, you lied about your pregnancy and cast a spell on me to weaken my wolf. I would have fucking gone with my mate if you hadn’t weakened Todd so fucking fix the things before you leave, Amber.” “I was in fucking love with you,” she barked, looking straight into my eyes with her blazing red eyes. “I did all that because I wanted to keep you but now, I just want to let you go. I want to do nothing with you.” “Scarlett’s mother had a witch friend who cast a spell on her so she wouldn’t shift till she turned twenty,” Marcus chimed in. “What do yo

She cried out as her head fell back. I don’t think I have ever felt this way with anyone before. I have not connected with anyone, the way I connect with Scarlett and every single way. I moaned deeply as Scarlett clenched her walls around me, her nails scraping down my back as she did. “Fuck, easy, baby girl, or you are going to make me end too soon,” I breathed out. “I don’t want this to finish, but it is too good for me not to be so rough.” She groaned out.

In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest. The pulsing rhythm filled the air, heightening As the dance floor beckoned, I stumbled onto its chaotic stage, becoming a mere silhouette in the sea of pulsating lights. The music became a distorted lullaby, easing the pain momentarily. A mysterious stranger, like a shadow emerging from the haze, locked eyes with me, drawing me into an unexplainable connection that transcended the blurred reality. In my intoxicated state, liquid courage surged through my veins, dulling the inhibitions that would have held me back. The stranger's gaze seemed to pull at the very essence of my being, and w

I might be one against multiples, the man before me wasn't completely clueless about how ruthless we can be when we're angry, the Raven pack had destroyed a lot on their own without siding with any of the modern Pack. My eyebrow raises and my eyes sharpen on him. "It sounds interesting," Alpha Linux shakes his head. "But you've chewed into my patience for a peaceful resolve." I grabbed my car keys from the bunnet. Leaving Linux on the road side I staked through the crowd, I could sense Marilyn as her eyes darted to mine, and before she could glance away, I captured them with my own. Her lips part, but when she doesn’t answer me, I drop my voice low with warning. " I've changed my mind, littl

he whispered. Scarlett felt a shiver run down her spine as his breath tickled her ear. She tried to remain calm, but her heart was racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew she couldn't trust him, but the idea of striking a deal with the powerful lycan king was tempting. She turned to face him, their eyes locking in a heated stare. "What kind of arrangement?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. His lips curved into a smirk. "One that would benefit us both," he said, his hand trailing down her arm. "But first, I think we should get to know each other better, wouldn’t you agree?"

She stood before me, and I pinned my gaze to the ground. She gently tilted my head up till I was looking into her eyes. “It's safe.” I responded, knowing that it was an absolute lie. “And if it comes with a defect, I'll gladly choose it over being like this.” Scarlett sighed, and drew back. It was obvious that she had given up. “So, what's the plan to get a witch?” I asked. “Michelle has one.” Scarlett said, taking deep sighs. “So, by the time everything calms down, and I text her, or she texts me with the safeword, I'll ask for the witch.”

And now—her mouth looked dry and cracked, her face bruised and swelling, and her body all skin and bones. My lips shook with pain, "Moana!" I slipped into place beside her, my trembling fingers following the curve of her cheek. She winces away from my touch as she desperately gasps for breath. "No, no, no, don't you dare," I breathed, smoothing her hair. "I'm your Scarlet. You're fine, you're—" I broke down as I knew It was all a lie. I closed my eyes as I stifled another sob. We weren't fine. We weren't.

Because I might be. "Oh my god," I let out as I drive away, my hands shaking and my whole body covered in goosebumps. My wolf is still trying to get me to come back and fight those bitches but I absolutely won't do that. That was one hundred percent witchcraft and I don't know shit about it except it's evil, "Oh my fucking god." That's why Farrow is so weak, he's fated to a witch who's fucking consuming him or something... and letting her old friend consume him too? I don't know, but whatever that is, is sick. And twisted. And scary.

Slowly, with a deep, steadying breath, Aria extended her hand toward them, her palm open and serene—a gesture of trust, initiating a silent bond. One wolf, a commanding gray male with a powerful stature, padded forward cautiously. His deep-set eyes studied her as he sniffed at her outstretched hand, his warm breath whisking across her skin—a gentle reminder of the wild energy that surrounded them. In that fleeting moment, Aria’s heart swelled with an unimaginable connection, as a sense of belonging wrapped around her like a warm blanket. There was something undeniably magical in the air, an unspoken understanding that tethered her to the magnificent creature before her.