Warcraft Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Zara Lovegrove Moonclaw "I blush," I whisper, my cheeks turning completely hot. "It is a truly great story... My inner wolf can feel so much heat between the main characters." And for a tiny minute, my mind pretended I was the thick heroine in the pages, and Theo was the massive Alpha King holding me tight. I wanted to live out my wildest royal warrior fantasy right then and there. "I am glad my wolf did not pick a terrible scroll for you to read," Theo says, his deep voice echoing in the quiet bedroom.

~Cedric~ Waking up with Mat and I entangled in each other and the sheets was truly the best feeling in the world. I had never dreamed I would find my mate, it was part of how I ended up as Head Warrior for Dark Forest. I threw myself into training, using it as a distraction from the emptiness I had started to feel about a year after coming of age.

I had also sensed when the Velkrin attacked her and alerted Korran while I went to wake Zarek. I was more perplexed when Circux—my wolf, called her his mate. I held my wit's, even when I desired her, craved her flesh, burned with unyielding sensual pleasure. I would not show my desire for her, not after the oath I had taken when my last mate died in my arms. But this—this little maiden was starting to erupt centuries for hard work. Her plumped breast calling precisely on my subconscious, my hardened groin always making matters worse.

I hate this! I massaged my neck, ready myself for a world war three. Surely Jeoff always ready for that. I can feel his mad aura. I can’t even understand why he is mad! Okay. I’ll just shut my mouth up then. It was useless to talk or have a fight with him. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Declan declared as he helped me clean the mess of my room. "My dad was devastated when Zafirah broke up with him, and she kidnapped Zafirah, and that is the story of why the war happened in the first place," Declan said. At the same time, my mouth hung open, and I couldn't believe Victoria's mom was the reason for the war that happened between werewolves so many years ago.