Warcraft Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With my heart finally at peace, I lived well with the Frostfang pack. Memories of my past life began to blur and fade. An urgent message arrived from the other patrols one fine day. Warrior Kael of the Silvermoon pack was forcing his way inside. … By the time I arrived at the scene, Kael was already covered in blood. Yet, through sheer willpower and a reckless blaze of wolf energy that seemed to burn his very life away, he broke through the outer defenses and was still trying to advance further.

“Sarah was my sister. That is the part you do not seem to understand. Do you think I could stand by and watch you take Conan from me? I even had to pretend to be in love with my mate… I hate that piece of shit?” I could not believe what I was hearing all this. I had not been prepared to hear such words “ Are you crazy!? You have a mate and Conan was already mated. How could you lust after another person's mate?” I asked, my voice breaking slightly. “Yes Gwen, Yes I am crazy” she replied crazily. “And because of that, Conan is mine to claim. He should never have looked at you, much less touched you. You are nothing compared to me, nothing.”

The girl has some strength in those hands of hers. “Didn’t I just tell you to f*ck off?”. She speaks to me in a deadly voice, her eyes flaring red for a split second. “This is between…”. Me and him, I was going to say, until I get interrupted yet again. This time, not by Athena though. “Well, would you look at that? Ever heard of that joke about a wolf, a Lycan and a warlock at a bar?”. For f*ck sake.

The Warlord hadn’t returned—not yet—but his staff had begun to circle her like vultures, as if they sensed how quickly her blood was warming to the rhythm of his realm. Sometimes she thought she could still feel him—like the brush of breath against her neck, the ghost of heat curling behind her ear. Have you ever seen a dragon’s rut? The memory made her jaw lock. It lingered on her skin like smoke. Like prophecy. The chamber doors opened.

a slight chuckle escaped my lips, followed by a slight grunt as I felt my skin being pulled by the belts. "I mean... we're going for a war any minute from now. But... you don't seem bothered, afraid. You've never been bothered about anything. Right from the days we started off with trying to get into the SilverFang pack, you've been the unperturbed one. And it makes me feel... safe, like nothing can ever go wrong. I wish I was like you," I confessed. I might not have been a full warrior before. But I've read books, and heard stories. The outcomes of war aren't really sure, in as much as everyone wants to be on the victorious side.

“You aren’t the same man I loved. Whenever I look at you, all I can see is a liar and cheater, the one who took advantage of my trust and stabbed me in the back.” My lycan stirred violently beneath my skin. “Sorry, but I can’t live with the reminder of my foolishness to believe your lies.” A low growl tore from my throat before I could stop it. The paper crumpled slightly on my fist. Warg howled inside me, a broken, feral sound. “We never lied to her. It’s true. I love her, Cassian.” My heart clenched as I read the rest of the farewell, forcing myself through every line as if enduring a punishment I deserved. By the time I reached the end, my chest felt hollowed out.

I grabbed it, then tossed it onto the ground as the wooden blade landed with a loud thud. "You don't understand." I dropped onto the grass, hugging my knees. "Everyone in this pack hates me." "My father, my sister, the Alpha. Why should I become a warrior to protect people who'd rather see me dead? I don't want to protect them." My hands clenched. "I want revenge. I want every single one of them to regret what they've done to me." Kael didn't speak immediately. Instead… he slowly sat beside me. "I understand." His voice was unexpectedly gentle. "My mate rejected me too."

"Malakor lost his tournament purse and Vespera was humiliated. The rumors from the border say the Shadowfang Wilds are mobilizing. The next leg of this war won't be fought in sanitized cages." A dark, dangerously confident smile touched Rhys’s lips. His divine gold Alpha light flickered gently in his irises—not in fury, but in complete, unyielding readiness. He reached up, his large, calloused hand gently cupping her jawline, his thumb brushing her lip before coming to rest on her cheek.

now rested as a tangled wreckage inside him. And she knew, in a frightful certainty, that this was just the beginning of their war. She would have to cut through the strands, to save him, to choose between a past that was only just discovered and a future she was so eager to save. She was just starting to comprehend that her world had been turned around and she was caught up in an intergalactic war she had no idea existed. The pack was thrown into chaos. The Alpha's collapse had sent a shock through their ranks, a psychic scream of silence that left every wolf spinning in dazed terror and confusion. Paul Wason, who had hurried to the library when he had heard the news, found Sama Arthur bes