Warcraft Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her proposal was the key for her to be respected. The close combat began in a circle of troops to challenge each other. One female soldier confidently threw down the gauntlet against Keisha. Keisha did nothing but grin in excitement of having another shot of bone breaking session. She gave that sadistic stare, entering each of their brains to bawl the nightmares out of them. Feeling the rush in her veins, her restlessness was replaced by the energy brought by the caffeine overload— her vision was already feasting over the flesh of the ones ticking her off. “I see Geneva, you hastily picked another contender once again”, said Zhackary who was grinning as well, also feeling the excitement seei

‘Who is she talking to like that under our roof? I don't wait to give him an answer as I barge through the door into her bedroom. “Who the fuck are you—” The rest of my question is drowned under a blinding hot crack that connects with my left eye and the world goes briefly, comprehensively white. Stars. White-edged, spinning, absolute stars, blooming across my vision like a firework that has made a very poor decision about timing.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

Light surged upward. Runes flared fully for the first time in centuries. Plot Thirteen awakened. “You will work here,” Inferno said to me. “With Seraphine. With Eldric. You will recreate the bloodcraft.” Fear tried to rise. And failed. “I will,” I said. Not because I was unafraid. Because I was chosen. Far off, a bird chirped sharp and alert. And somewhere beyond the Haven’s borders, something old felt the awakening and turned its gaze toward Lake Tahoe. The war had not begun. But the foundation had.

Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and stomped her way out of the ground. . . . . _____ . . . ."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy." "Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

__________ Kleanor" As Zack and Lyca were built in the bridge, I was repeatedly reciting through my head the spell that I read into our prophecy book. That could help to awaken the queen while feeding her the blood that came from the sacrifice. I was looking at them and I can see that they were loving each other even if the girl didn't remember anything from her past. Such a waste love story, and ended up in sadness. But I hope that they can still find happiness in their next life. And there was Warg, who had a crush on Lyca. And because the two lovers were both important to them He was willing to sacrifice. And I proved how martyr he is when he sacrifices himself for them. Lyca was shouting

I need to stop barking about the Warlord, she thinks silently. Meanwhile, I keep my silver eyes fixed on the wildlands moving backward outside the glass, my mind falling into a deep, dark trench of thoughts. My life has zero space for a male romance. Before my claws harvest the true facts behind Mcqueen's bloody death in the old pack wars, my spirit cannot get distracted by a mate. Besides, a supreme leader like David Duskbane possesses absolute zero romantic interest in a wildland stray like me. My brain just made a fool of itself twice. A strange, hollow disappointment hurts my chest, but I quickly shake the sorrow out of my mind. I am a fierce warrior, not a soft pup who overthinks small

"I want to build something with you, Wren. Properly. Whatever that looks like — here, at Nightshade, or somewhere new, or some combination of both our worlds that neither of us has quite figured out the shape of yet. I don't need it decided tonight. I just wanted you to know I'm thinking about it. About us. About an after that isn't just survival." Wren considered that for a long, quiet moment, watching the last light fade from that distant mountain range, and found something in her chest — old, careful, still healing — settle into a warmth she was slowly, cautiously learning to trust. "I want that too," she said finally, quiet and honest. "I didn't expect to, six years ago. I'm glad I was w

Darius turned toward me, ignoring the battle raging around him, pure murderous possession on his face. "I'm coming for you, wife," he growled, taking a step forward. "And this time, I won't be gentle." The Eclipse warriors formed a wall between us, but Darius's eyes never left mine. The bond I had shattered still whispered dark, toxic promises in the back of my mind. Kael staggered to his feet one last time, charging Darius with a desperate roar. Then everything went to hell as more Ironfang reinforcements poured from the shadows.