Warcraft Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

The sheer volume of asks for this blows my mind, and I will try to do them as quickly as I can while I also work on the other day to day ask, and stories that have been planned out. I hope my dear you can get your friend to join us with our fancy warlords and have some fun. I love this game if not only as an outlet for my writing, which still blows my mind that anyone wants to read but also for the people. You guys who share this desire for our fictional husbands is unbelievable. So here we go with what will be somewhat NSFW. Just a warning Y'all... Vampire Warlords Biting MC Nobunaga

Blaine said, while on the inside he screamed in agony. "What are you saying Blaine? What was the point of courting me?! Was this all nothing more than a game?!" Rena nearly shouted as tears began to fall down her cheeks. "Humans and elf-kind were never meant to be together Rena. We're far too different, the courting was a game yes; and I've grown bored with it. Clearly the result of bedding you is too much effort." Blaine stated coldly, even as his own heart shattered.

We face each other and I nod my head towards him. "Shane found me in a bar. Said I looked dead. That was until some fucker was messing with me. He wanted to show off in front of his new little girlfriend, I hadn't gotten too far in fuckin' him up when Shane pulled me back. Told me about the Warriors. Thought it sounded like something that could save my life from either getting killed or being arrested. Austin made the same comment about how I looked dead because of my eyes, Ghost was created."

I can't believe I missed her wedding,' My best friend sighed. Loki tore down the walls I had built between us and let out a hazardous growl filled with anger and jealousy. Married? The Witch is married, oh my fucking goddess. I fucked a married woman. ' No, she is mine!' My inner lycan roared.

I remembered the walk in smeared edits—mist, adrenaline, a voice folding around me like a crown. Your Majesty. Had I dreamed that part? If it was real, a king had carried me. If it wasn’t, great. My brain had decided my trauma needed fanfic. I pushed upright. Sixteen formal complaints were filed by my body. The room steadied after a wobble. Everything felt too bright and too quiet—the world after a laugh that lasted too long. The door voices blurred again—“council,” “Elena,” a word with teeth that needed no translation: “war.”

"If you touch her again, I will burn this world to dust." Behind us, a new opening opened. It was darker and wider than the last one. The empty space turned red. Shapes that looked like dogs, dragons, devils, and angels crept out from inside. There was no sound as they walked toward us. Lucian took a step toward me. I reached out for Aaron. My wolf roared inside me, both scared and proud. I knew what was going on: the real war had just started. "Elara, pick. "Either the flame or his life."

“I did kill 20 witches, and about 50 strong wolves. You see when I had left my pack that night, I went to the kingdom so I could try and get it to the squad. The commander there would not allow it as I was a girl. But after putting all of there too warriors on there asses in a fight, the commander couldn’t refuse. King Orrick had come one day along with his beta, watching us train when he saw me he wanted to welcome me onto his top elite squad. That’s when I met Beta Fredrick, my mate. I was just 19 at the time I wasn’t ready for a mate and boy did I give my mate hell.” She said smiling sadly as she talked about her past. Ryker was now holding Willow in his lap listening intently to the stor

Another laugh escaped me, and the tension that had been gripping my chest and neck all evening loosened slightly. FELIX: What is it with you and these comparisons? And yes, apparently, I am the weirdest one in Whitmore High. There was no need to explain further…it was a matter of time before she’d choose to abandon me for the bandwagon of Elias’ crazed fans; everyone always did NOVELLWARRIOR: I’m an eighteen-year-old girl obsessed with morally grey male leads and crazy five-hundred-year-old fictional male beings….of course, I’m a bit quirky.

Her eyes weakly fluttered open as she looked at Gunthar, struggling to speak. Even a man as battle-hardened as Gunthar started choking up. He dropped to one knee and took her hand in his. "Don't be afraid, little one. Your brother is a national hero. We'll never let a hero or his family bleed or cry! "Talon Unit, listen up! Our hero's family was humiliated; do we let that stand?" "No, sir! Not on our watch!" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present.

He threw his hands up in the air, pacing the length of the balcony like a caged wolf. "I froze like a raw recruit. I stood there staring at the gold flecks in her eyes like a starved animal. I’m a warlord! I have bled in the dirt for centuries, Lucian. I have executed rogue alphas and survived the shadow-wars. And right now, I am losing my absolute grip over a twenty-two-year-old girl who smells like rosemary and sweet yeast. She’s practically a child in our ledger! A mortal, gentle little witch who belongs in a quiet glen, not tucked under the shadow of a brutal killer like me. I shouldn't be looking at her. I shouldn't be wanting to drag her into my quarters and lock the door. It’s wrong,