Warcraft Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“You’re — you’re normal. I mean, you — you’re a local, and you’re — you’re not —” “Not what? Not a cat? Arik, my father cheated this pack, murdered Ian and Matthew’s cousin — you know, Janet’s nephew? And then tried to set them all up for a pack war with the Kimballs and get us all killed. And yes, you were in on that too, but not the way my dearly fucking departed dad was, okay? I’m human. And a warlock. At least you’re a shifter!” “Fuck you, Nate,” he said, and turned his face away.

I’d spotted it weeks ago near Topanga and bought it on impulse because it reminded me of him. Tomorrow was our engagement party, the official merging of Woodhills and Stormbane packs under one united front. But tonight could just be ours. “He’s going to lose it,” I murmured, resting my forehead briefly against the steering wheel. Tyler cried at everything. Military reunion videos. Emotional movie scenes. One time he watched wedding vows on YouTube and had to pretend he had allergies afterward. God, I loved that about him. The way his tough Alpha image cracked over little things that mattered.

Well, that is no business of mine, Charade between Edward and Damien gave me time to acquire power and warriors. The worst thing that could ever happen to me has already happened, I ate my lover, and I don’t think any other opponents I would be fighting with us ever experience that. I have Killed my stepfather, and my real father is dead. I wish she was alive to see me put the sword in his neck while I take the throne from him. I guess Edward and I do have a lot in common, apart from the obvious, we have the same enemies, and we are fighting for the same thing even though Edward doesn't know it.