Warcraft Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It seems that all it takes to start a simple fight or something as big as a war is having someone who is either greedy for more power than they already have or don't have or someone full of jealousy or maybe even a mix of both to ruin what could have been. I close the tome and shift my gaze to the forest outside letting my mind wander. I then remember Seraphina’s mating to Dominic, a Werewolf mated to a Vampire and according to the text in front of me such a mating is against the law, though the law itself isn’t stated within the text. ---------- I startle awake with tears sliding down my cheeks. It’s dark outside and as I look through the rain that softly taps on the window and watch as lig

It can be used to destroy as its power is limitless. The last dragon was in love with a Lycan called Starci. My mother didn’t like her and sensed evil in her. So to save her friend, she told Vilkas that he was being deceived by her, but he didn’t listen. Vilkas left the kingdom after arguing with my mother and followed Starci blindly, believing that they were fated to each other. But they weren’t.

On cue, Jade gave a pained whimper. “Please, help me,” Jade said, feigning injury. “I… I think I broke my leg.” “That’s not my problem,” the guard said, barely glancing at Jade. He laid down the bowl of rice gruel on the floor and turned to leave. “Wait!” Jade rushed forward and grabbed the guard’s leg. “Please… I think the wound has festered.” The guard wriggled his leg away from Jade’s grip and turned to face her. “What do you mean the wound has festered?” he said, clearly irritated. “What the hell are you—”

I’d hate to see a fellow pure-breed believer lose their life. Am sure by now you have heard of the stupid plan to wed a fairy and a half-blood. If it were up to me the silly girl would be marrying some other creature of her kind or at the very least another pure-breed creature in Kelor, like you my dear commander, but such dreams can only be achieved if we work at it. So, what do you say, partner? From yours truly, A Fellow Pure-Breed Believer.

Refocusing on the witches and Jeffrey, we saw they were about to start the ritual. "Are you ready to fight?" James asked. "Oh, hell yeah. I'm ready to kick Jeffrey's ass," I responded. James chuckled at my determination, and together, we burst open the door, startling the witches and Jeffrey. ******** AUTHOR NOTE I wanted to inform you that there will only be a few more chapters left in "Warlock Dragon Mate" before it comes to an end. Rest assured, the story of Levy and Archer will continue in a separate book. I truly appreciate your unwavering support and the love you've shown through your comments and votes. Your encouragement means the world to me. To stay updated on my future projects, p

Elara’s POV Setting: Pack Hall, evening. The fire in the hearth casts long shadows. The pack has gathered, tension thick in the air. Kain stood at the head of the room, arms folded. His voice cut through the silence his presence commanded like a blade.. The last light of dusk filtered through the high windows, painting him in half-shadow. “The Bloodfangs are mobilizing. This isn’t a raid. It’s a war bait,” he said, scanning the faces of warriors, scouts, and elders alike. “And we won’t bite without a strategy.”

Her vision got cloudy thinking of the memory as she bounced off a passing tree. “Shift.” Cahira order pushing her way through. ‘We cant fucking shift!” Levi screamed becoming beyond frustrated with her wolf, the word flung out of her mouth, as she slipped again. “Mate.” Cahira whimpered as Levi rolled on the ground. Levi slammed her fist into the ground. Fighting with her wolf was worse than fighting with her heart or brain. Her wolf was her other half. She shut her eyes, her fingers digging into the soil as she tried to calm herself down and push Cahira back.

Chapter Eighteen Rain POV: Everything for just a moment seemed to be okay. I woke up to birds chirping outside the window that was temporarily Elle's room. Last night I promised myself before I got here, this was it; Just tonight in the morning you tell her it's done. No relationship. No more mate bond. In truth I didn't know what it was going to feel like besides the worst pain I'd ever felt. I wish I didn't need the high council. I wish we weren't on the brink of war.

Her dark eyes peered out from her pale skin splattered with freckles and thin, straight, bright copper hair hung halfway down her back. “I do not want female companionship. Go find another.” “I...I w-would like to ask you to t-take me with you.” Fann’s eyebrows drew down. “I do not want a mistress.” Her face seemed to redden and Fann tipped his head to one side. Embarrassment was a rare reaction among the women here. “I need to g-go away,” her eyes flickered around the room and back to him, focusing on his chin, not his eyes. “The warrior who brought me has d-died and I c-cary his child. I do not want to rid myself of it, n-nor raise it here, like this. To raise a child who thinks a woman sh

Sigh e_e I mean, I’m not annoyed or anything about their plot progressions. I mean, ‘The Villainess is My Lover’ has one of the best written plots in my opinion, because the protagonist, despite being evil, fits the criteria of a villainess that many would love. Beautiful, sassy, intelligent, a queen, and people might not see it, but she’s also passionate, despite his cold demeanour. The scenario during their war with Andorhal was written pleasantly, including the interactions between Carter and Minerva.