Vore Pov Novels & Stories

◇NO POV◇ parv is not understanding anything what to do he is sobbing silently in his room while drinking for whole night he wanted to scream and ask what is this feeling he was angry at the sametime upset with confusion her words are running in his mind He is repeating the same words whole night and day who am I what am I he is in the vulnerable state He is thinking to himself "why you also decided to leave me sarah Am I that unworthy for your love can't you give a single chance to my feelings damn it

He set me down gently, steadying me when my legs wobbled. "You okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He lowered me gently to my feet, his softening d*ck slipping out of me. The cool tile beneath my feet was a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from my body. My legs trembled still weak from the intensity of our lovemaking. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I was more than okay. I was... transformed.

Lex pov She hasn't been right since she was found , she's jumpy and has a haunted look to her . The time she was gone was the worst time of my life . I prayed to the moon goddess every night to bring her back to me . I know she isn't my fated mate but she would be my chosen , if she wanted . I guess that would be something we would need to talk about , right now I just need her to get better . I have seen Haggen’s mate in action , she is something else . To be honest anyone who can keep Haggen in place is going to be badass to start with .

"The full moon's tonight, so we're going to take turns going for a run, if that's okay?" She almost spat out her mouthful of food. "Say that again?" Jaxon laughed. "When the moon shines bright, we turn into furry frights." "Do you want to cuff him, or shall I?" Parker asked Gavin quite seriously. "Oh, don't hit him," she exclaimed. "It was rather poetic." A trio of snorts met her words, but Jaxon beamed. "I have another one if you like that. Roses are red, violets are blue, your lips look so juicy, and I'll bet your pus-"

Blake whispered as they both watched Sheira walking away and was still trying to look pretty while she was ambling fast. Pocco sighed and giggled, "That's why I like her!" he winked and Blake raised an eyebrow, "You're both crazy!" he chuckled. "Yeah, that's why we're clicked together, right?" he said. Blake rolled his eyes. "I don't know, Pocco, all I know is you're crazy! You're too cheezy!" he laughed and left him behind. *******

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

Over time, Morrigan noticed that he started clapping for her when she won during their tournaments. Morrigan found a friend in Kaya, the warrior she had beaten on the first day of training, born out of their desire to improve. Kaya is the eldest daughter of one of the previous Bests, being a term for the best warrior in the pack. Her father had been able to hold that title for five years–a few years longer than anyone else ever has. Kaya doesn’t disappoint, working day in and day out with Morrigan to improve.

My knees buckled, and the world faded to black. … I was lost in a long, fevered dream. In it, I was a child again—always hungry, always cold, buried in the kind of poverty that stains your soul. I remembered one time, my mother had saved for weeks from her seamstress work to buy me a single, hot chicken drumstick. "Eat it, Susan. While it's still warm," she'd said, her voice soft with a love she couldn't otherwise show. I'd reached for it, my small hands trembling with anticipation. But before I could take a bite, the door crashed open. Debt collectors—my father had gambled away money we didn't have again.

"What the hell?" Three medium-height creatures with long ears and wings are standing in the middle of the floor. One steps in front of the other two."Have you ever heard of knocking? That's what's wrong with werewolves today. No manners at all." It points to Mazi "Ah we meet again." "Manners my ass. Bitch you're in our house." Peyton clenches his fist. " That ugly ass bastard belongs to me." "They're Pookas. The smart-mouth one is Bjon. I thought you were familiar. " Mazi holds her hands out and a long gold sword appears. She sees the confused expressions Peyton and Whitman have. "Evil Faires."

Noah’s P.O.V Dorian pulled the old Chevy to a stop, a sputtering noise echoing from its engine before it finally stopped. We’d been driving for hours, the Minnesota wilderness stretching out endlessly until a little cottage appeared, nestled against a glassy lake that shimmered under the afternoon sun. In the silence that followed, I glanced over at Dorian. His long fingers were still gripping the wheel and his knuckles were scraped raw from his fight with Matt. The swelling around his eyes had lessened a lot, but honestly, Dorian was the only one I knew who still managed to look scrumptious while he was roughed up. When he noticed me looking at him, he flicked his green eyes to me for a sec