Warcraft Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

"Rage will come for one he claims to love, splitting two hearts asunder. Passion will lead the power to war where purity will be plundered. A sacrifice turns the tides of war with grief becoming a master, the war will end when destiny forms, binding the soul ever after. Slowly her breathing returned to normal, and Valenar watched with a strange feeling as his mate slowly opened her eyes, "Valenar, I..what just happened?" Reptilian eyes gazed at the young hybrid in concern, suddenly showing his many years as Valenar debated on what to tell her. In the end, he took his mate in his arms and decided on the truth. "Raeann, there is going to be a war, people will die and some of them may be ones t

Matilda was able to recall Ruth’s ramblings to her as she basked in her capture and told me everything she could. The war of Zena’s visions will be against the Rising Star Pack and the far north covens. Whether White Forest is with or against me is to be decided. “Oh, how is your friend, the little one from the bakery?” Phillipe asked and my mind was broken away from its wandering. I sipped my drink blithely. “Enjoying life with her mate I believe. Beta Tange, do you know him at all?” My tone was cold, why bother pretending to get along with someone as vile as him. He and Ruth made quite the pair of lunatics.

, I don't even know if I'm thinking right. The Warriors party is tomorrow, I should tell her how I feel or might end up losing her, better fast than slow. //////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I laid on my back and rolled over and over again on my bed, the Warriors party is tomorrow and I'm going to be a server?, How hilarious!, I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me up, but for real that is a lie, I want to live more than anyone, I want to sit on that chair at the top, I want to dress up in a fancy gown and with a touch of make-up.

the Elite spats venomously. I study him for a moment, pondering this information. This is why the hybrids are winning the war. While we're stuck thinking they're monsters ready to devour our children, they examine us and record our motives and habits. This man has seen more wars than I could ever dream of, and yet, he doesn't comprehend his enemy. "Did they try to kidnap Kieran? Did they take something?" I throw the questions rapidly, firing them as my heart speeds in my chest. This feels wrong. This is wrong.

“Because he’s hot? Because he talks pretty when he’s not dodging questions? You don’t even know who he is.” “I do,” I said softly. Both James and Sadie looked at me. Sadie blinked. “You what?” “I looked him up,” I admitted. “The day after we got married.” Misha’s jaw ticked, but he stayed quiet. Sadie frowned. “What do you mean you looked him up?” I hesitated, then said it. “He was called the Warlord. A battlefield legend. There are forums about him. Articles, classified leaks, ghost reports from conflict zones. People called him a myth. Some didn’t believe he was real.”

“You really think she’s worth losing everything?” “She’s the only thing I never wanted to lose.” She dropped her hand and walked away, but not before throwing one final barb over her shoulder. “Then pray the next war isn’t one you started… with your heart.” ---- The moment Lucian Wolfe stepped into the Valen Territory, the air smelled of blood and smoke. He had just been informed of war that had happened, an in no time he had come.

“I wanted to see if he’d fight for you.” “That wasn’t your decision to make.” My hands curled into fists. “You don’t get to play games with us.” Caden stepped closer, his presence heavy, his shadow stretching toward me in the golden light from the tall windows. “It’s not a game, April. It’s war. And war always has casualties.” Caden said holding my gaze. " I hate you." I whispered. " You seem to forget that I hate Duncan even more. For more reasons than one. You are mine. Sooner or later you will have to break your mating bond with Duncan." Caden said holding my gaze.

I smiled when I saw Furi busy hacking. I have many other companions and they are all women who are members of the Enfer organization. Which build by me, I replaced the name because it was lame. All of the males that were designated here were brought to my father. Since I said that I don't like any men lingering to my organization. Warren might be jealous. I shook my head because I was still a stranger to Warren. Because I think in advance, I know that I can get Warren, just like before. It's funny that he was the one who ran away. I thought he was going to stay with me that time but it looked like he was really not the same like other guys. It's making me love him more.

Draven snarled. He lunged forward—reaching for Elaria’s outstretched hand. Their fingertips brushed. The world detonated. Light and shadow collided in a blinding storm. The rift screamed, folding inward, sucking everything toward its core. Elaria’s cry echoed as she was flung backward, vanishing into the white. Draven was thrown the opposite way, the force tearing him apart from every direction. Through the chaos, one last sound pierced through— Rhovan’s whisper, deep in his mind.

Eden tries to rise, but the relic's aftershock pins him. Kael shifts, blocking me. "Run." But the Star's voice is mine now. *"No."* The needle flares. The pack's fires snuff out. And the world learns to fear the Weaver's daughter. --- **The Aftermath** They call me Weftfang. The marsh becomes my den, its borders guarded by storms that taste of starlight and spite. Eden carves wards into his skin to withstand the needle's whispers. Kael hunts Lila's crows, their feathers piling like curses.