Warframe Stories Novels & Stories

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

"He is the pack's historian, and he is one of the few voices that people actually respect." Lena said nothing, and her eyes stayed on Rowan. His storytelling was captivating, and each word painted a picture of wars and alliances and betrayals. "These stories," Jaime whispered again, "hold more truth than most realize." Before Elder Rowan could continue, a voice from the crowd spoke. "Enough of the histories. Tell us about werewolves." Laughter went through the room, and several people nodded in agreement. Rowan laughed and stroked his beard. "Ah, the werewolf tales are always a favorite." He put his staff aside and leaned forward.

“Yo, I got people. If you help me, I will give you like sis! It ain’t no bad deal!” Cali didn’t know what he was talking about. So she said, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” He smiled and replied, “Oooh!! Sur! Sure! My bad! My bad! You see, it is the X war. It is a game that some dudes started. We must gotta mark the majority of X that we can, and whoever has the most at the end of the pandemic shit wins, you feel me?” She looked at him in disbelief and surprise, and then she asked, “All that X thing is a game?”

he continued. On the walls, detailed tapestries depicted the great battles and alliances of the Triad Packs, showcasing their triumphs and trials. The ones of which stories I had been told as a child. Each tapestry told a story of bravery, sacrifice, and tragedy. Beneath the tapestries, glass cases displayed ancient weapons and relics.

"And the war has truly begun. The Astropheles is yours now. Its core is a story-engine. It no longer needs my consciousness to guide it. It needs a new heart. A new narrative to fuel its light." The image of Lyra gestured to the dark filaments around us. "You must give it your story. All of it. The love, the loss, the fear, the hope. Woven together. It is the only fuel strong enough. The Archivists weaponize order. The void preys on chaos. But a story… a true, lived story… is a force they cannot predict and cannot control." The projection flickered. "You are not soldiers. You are storytellers. Now, go. Write your next chapter. I will be listening."

I looked at my group taking a break, Emperor looked at Grace “still worried about me using my life force?” Grace asked the Emperor. Emperor nods “yes I do Grace, you use your life force for your powers, I worry that you might lose your life” Emperor explained. “I see Emp, I’ll try my best not to use too much of my life force” said Grace. Emperor looked at Kronika “Kronika… the antagonist of Mortal Kombat 11, I can’t believe you have changed” said Emperor. “Times changed throughout Planet Harmony so much conflicts during the infamous Storyline War, that what made Planet Harmony it is today” Kronika explained. “The infamous Storyline War, I knew that event very well. Characters fight against t

I know it wasn't interview-worthy, but it was all I had that was decent. Since the war ended, packs have made alliances with one another. It made us stronger in a way that when a pack is failing or going bankrupt, another pack may offer to get the former out of debt in exchange of handing over land, territory, and pack members. The Alpha would then hand over his title to the latter, as well ad the pack assets and business under his name. Therefore, it increased pack negotiations but also pack debts. My pack is currently dangerously close to going bankrupt. I am an omega, and with a carefree alpha who doesn't care about his pack members, I was forced to venture outside the territory and look

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

LILITH’s POV News seems to spread in this pack like the wind, passing through every home not missing a single person. I just took a break from reading the file and walked towards the kitchen to make a coffee for me when I heard few girls in the lounge talking about rogues’ presence around the border. Caleb and all are at the border, I learned from them, it hurt, I should have known about this from my mate. Sighing I entered the kitchen to beat the coffee for me.

he pushed her away from the fire. She walked down to her car, looking down at the small globe that her Grandfather used to talk about. It was Native American legend that a place called the in-between existed only if magic was interrupted or used for evil. Many feared it would plague their village, they cast out the ones born on certain holidays. He said when his globe glowed red, a war would cast. Many deaths, many new beginnings.”