Warcraft Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Delphi's Pov __________ I was mateless only because someone decided to murder my mate in cold blood. Charia Wolfenstein Wolfcup is now my greatest enemy for attempting such a plan. Not only did she deceive me to save her mate, but she also ruined my dream of taking over the Red Moon Pack after Father. I cannot be careless, mateless, and take such a role, seeing that I was a female child. Now, Charia had it all. All the things I thought she wasn't going to get in a lifetime, were now in her hands

Note: Hey! I hope you enjoy this spin on a Lycan/Human romance. There will be words used in the "Lycan" language on ocassion. I will add a glossary to the top of each chapter when they are. Below you will find a list of our primary and secondary characters of this chapter with a little info about them. I'll add each secondary character (those that will get a POV) going forward as they are introduced. Main Kenzi: 23, human, used to be in the arm forces before the world went to crap.

“Then I’ll fight you to the end of time itself before I let that happen.” Lucian stepped forward too, flames dancing in his eyes. “And if she falls, then I’ll burn you and this cursed prophecy to ash.” The two Alphas stood side by side—reluctant allies bound by the same woman, by the same desperate cause. Fenris’s grin only widened. “So noble. So futile.” --- The Rift buckled inward, its edges fraying like torn cloth. Warriors screamed as the pull intensified, dragging wolves, stones, even whole trees into the churning void. The corrupted beasts were swallowed whole, their shrieks echoing as if carried across dimensions.

"I apologize, I had heard the rumor of your life in the human world, but I was not aware you knew so little of your own. No marrying a stranger was not what I had hoped for myself, but it became inevitable after the wars between the creatures of this world. This marriage will ensure the safety of my people as well as yours. This is the first time our kind have been allowed to mix so this wedding means much more than a simple a allowance. It will pave the way for a new history to be written with us as the victor. "I keep hearing about these wars, but no one has told me why or who they went to war with." His hands clench and his jaw tenses as he stares blankly at the pond. "The wolves" the gra

The way he’s fighting for air, like breathing’s a war he’s barely winning. “Don’t lie to me, Jean,” he whispered, my name shattering like thunder between us. “I feel it. Your wolf is calling mine, and gods, I can barely keep her in check.” Lightning split the sky again, turning his face to fire every sharp edge, every crack in that iron control. I wanted to say something…a thousand things. Confess. Deny. Beg. Nothing comes out. My silence said it all. Suddenly he ripped his hand away, like he had been burned, body snapping back into armor. He stepped away, cloak swirling, but his presence was still everywhere storm barely bottled.

Suddenly, a group of Siren warriors emerged from the shadows, their eyes glinting with malice. "Fools," one of them spat, her voice echoing off the cavern walls. "You should have stayed away." Valia and Ligon exchanged a glance, as their hands ignited with power. Claws burst forth in a shimmer of shifting bone and sinew, her talons gleaming like forged mountains. The air itself seemed to recoil as their predatory instincts surfaced.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

“The only reason I showed up today is for my entertainment, but I'm not interested in playing anymore. So let’s keep this brief so we won’t waste both of our time. I am calling off the engagement, and you will blame it on our 'incompatible personalities,' so your family doesn't lose face." Warren sets his wine glass down, and slowly a smile spreads across his delicate face. "I don't think you're going to do that, Valen. In fact, I think we are going to start planning the wedding immediately," he says softly, a knowing glint in his eyes. Valen narrows his eyes, a dangerous warning flashing in his gaze. "Excuse me?" "You heard me," Warren continues with a shrug. “I did some digging, and my inf

Her lips moved but no sound came out, “Ah, he said they lack morale. I hesitate to send them on their first mission. Fleet thinks the eidolon will round out the team and give it some oomph, as he put it.” “Warren is fifteen years old, I refuse to send him into battle with people we hardly know,” Nerea growled. Warren pulled her back because she looked ready to hit the queen. “What kind of a monster are you?” Flames burned in the eyes of Elphame, “I am going to be perfectly honest with you Ms. Vasquez. Any hope Warren had of a normal life vanished the moment the eidolon showed up. It is powerful, and it is dangerous. Do you want to spend the rest of your life feeding Warren live animals? Grif

All the other packs will join hands and find him. I was ready to give myself fully to my amazing mate and my pack. Embrace my present and future, and let the past be just wonderful memories. Viktor will always be my love, but I was in love with Richard he is my life my mate, my everything I want to carry his pups, and have a beautiful family surrounded by amazing friends. We may not be married as per human customs but in our world, I am Jia Richard Stanford, Luna of the Southern moon pack, and will always be a Warrior's mate.