Warcraft Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“This sounds like something I want to hear about. C'mon, spill.” “Well, it could happen,” Julia said. “I told you that stuff in the astral plane can affect the real world sometimes.” “This was in the dream world, not the astral.” Julia shrugged, an ineffectual action over the phone. “Shit happens,” she said. “You have unusual talent, be careful with it. I'd imagine if you can create the marks on her body, you can also fix them in the dream and she won't have them when she wakes up.”

I whisper hoarsely, Fenir rises violently, mine ,mine,mine. The bond wasn’t new, it was stolen buried amd destroyed And now it's awake and filled with anger and despair, something so sacred that was desecrated. I stagger to my feet as my bones tremble under pressure of the shift. My eyes blaze gold. And before I can't control it, the sound tears out a howl, raw and agonizing. A howl of war, the sound explodes through the dormitory, and glass shatters all around. Windows crack and burst outward as the force vibrates through the wall.

“I’ll do anything! Please don’t—” His words turned into an agonizing scream as I pressed the glowing brand to the side of his neck. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as he writhed on the floor. I pulled the brand away, leaving an angry red “W” seared into his skin. Jake stood, his face sour. “You’re hereby stripped of your prospect status and banished from Warriors territory. If we ever see your face around here again, you won’t get off so easy. Understand?”

‘He touched what's ours,’ He snarls again. ‘He didn't touch her. He just talked to her.’ ‘He was too close and too interested.’ I can't even argue with that. Warren's interest in Kaidora is going to be a problem. I saw it in his eyes, that calculating look he gets when he's found a new toy to play with. Except Kaidora isn't a toy, and this isn't a game. Even if she is just pretending to be my mate, even if this whole thing is fake, the thought of Warren anywhere near her makes my blood boil with fury, which doesn't make sense.

Damien Perspective The cold night air burned against my skin as I shifted back into my human form, my wolf reluctantly retreating. My warriors, Beta Ethan and Delta Mason, stood behind me, their breaths heavy from the long hours of running. The war was over, and we had won. One of my men handed me a neatly folded set of clothes, and I quickly put them on. The first rays of the sun began to creep over the horizon, bathing the pack in soft golden light. 6 AM. I exhaled deeply, my mind already drifting away from the battlefield. My thoughts no longer lingered on the bloodshed or the victory. Only one thing—one person—occupied my mind. Seraphina. My mate. A slow smirk curled on my lips as I stro

With that in mind, Fane was already next to Alfred, shielding Alfred behind him. He looked at the warrior from Sacred Water Continent coldly. That warrior smirked at Fane. "You know him? He's a warrior from Hestia Continent too? That's great then. I'll deal with you two together. If not for the slaughter game, you wouldn't be worth ten million spirit crystals. You should thank the slaughter game for your value!" The warrior was basically calling Fane and Alfred trash. Alfred was already used to it. He had been chased by that person the whole time and had heard various things that person said.

Try how stupid the pawn acts. “Prepare one hundred Ice variant elite wolves,” Kaelen ordered irrefutably. "We're going to play South. It's been a long time since the Vanguard bloodline has been too haughty. I want to taste the taste of their Young Lady's blood. If she's worthy… perhaps I'll sleep with her before cutting her throat." The real war for power is now ringing loudly. If previously Chloe was just throwing away trash, now she has to face monsters covered in snowstorms who are secretly planning to undermine her protective empire.

He just looks at Wren, something old and complicated moving behind his eyes, and when he finally speaks, his voice has lost all its usual iron. "Because I loved someone from that bloodline once," he says quietly. "Before your mother. Before any of this." The room goes completely still. "Her name doesn't matter anymore," he continues, before I can even process what I just heard. "What matters is that she could shift without the moon, the same as Wren can, and I watched what that power did to her when it went wrong. I watched it consume her from the inside, faster and faster, until there was nothing rational left in her at all, until the wolf stopped answering to anything she wanted and starte

"Our ancestors get exiled from the Grey world, he was genius there. His own brother betrayed because the leader's position, makes him injury and almost kill. Somehow the Portal was open, send him into the Blue world. The tenth realm in the Blue world was a second home, he builds Flessia Clan and fights the stronger cultivator. His injury wasn't healing from the betrayal, and get another one that took his life. The rest were under pursuing by them until now, they hunting us like an animal." Xiao Wan didn't reply soon, his brain process to remember new information was low. Similarly when he gets in contact with the system, many data upload into his mind. Loading until now, he wants to stop but

Some warriors safeguard the pack, including a Gamma and a Beta, who work closely with the Alpha and Luna. I swiftly shed my clothes and step under the comforting stream of hot water. Aware of the potential intrusion, I hurriedly shampoo my hair with the meager amount provided, rinsing it out before applying conditioner, allowing it to soak briefly. Hastily, I cleanse my body, anxious to avoid any unexpected visitors. Once I finish, I brush my teeth, catching sight of my split lip—a testament to the actions of Damian, the Alpha's son. He's one of the cruelest individuals I've encountered. Simply being in his presence is enough to provoke his sadistic torment. To make matters worse, his girlfr