Weirdest Fanfiction Novels & Stories

If I got sick, you slept outside my room. Corey smiled, “You had terrible nightmares.” “I know.” Jethro laughed softly. You used to tell me monsters weren’t real. “They aren’t.” I knew that. “You did?” “I knew.” Jethro turned toward him, but I liked hearing you say it. Corey’s expression softened as Jethro continued. When Dad was busy…and when mom was working. “You were always there” Even down to the day dad finally abandoned us for another woman. Corey looked away. “I am your brother.”

They also claimed that werewolves want to rule the world until now—the vlogger's body is the proof of domination, a message from the wolves. Indeed, their overstatement is the reason why the world will come to an end someday, not because of those mythical creatures— "I already read that news." I rolled my eyes. "Let me guess, it caught your attention because they mentioned 'werewolves', right? And what else do I expect from a fantasy novelist like you, huh? Of course! You'll read this because this is fiction." I smirked at her as I emphasized the word ‘fiction’.

Great. That opens a floodgate of articles about hormones, pheromones, and 'soul-deep connections.' Nothing remotely scientific. It's all romance novel tropes and spiritual mumbo jumbo. I groan quietly pressing my palms over my eyes. What do I think I'm going to find? A diagnosis for 'help, I dry-humped my boss and now my brain's short-circuiting?' I can't stop. The next search is even more absurd. I am being influenced by paranormal fanfic websites: 'Supernatural myths about wolves.'

He narrowed his eyes to a slit as he gazed at the bloodsucker. Kil lazily rose from the floor. The wounds he had minutes ago had begun to be sealed off. And his feet looked as good as new. “What's wrong, mate?” Kil Smirked. Of all, Kil never expected to have a werewolf's mate. But who was he to complain? After all, his elder brother already has a human mate and a werewolf partner. There is nothing strange about having not only a mate of the same sex but also of a different species in Makoha. It's now a normal occurrence.

“Tell me every dirty fantasy you’ve had about me. I want to hear how you moaned my name alone in your room while you fucked yourself with your fingers, pretending they were mine.” The embarrassment burned, but the pleasure made me bold. “I… I imagined you pulling me backstage after every concert,” I panted, my hips grinding desperately against his hand. “Bending me over your dressing room table… fucking me hard while the fans outside were still screaming your name. Imagining you coming inside me… marking me… making me yours so no one else could ever have me.”

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

On the same bed. In the same house. And Mom had known. Mom had waited. Mom had been watching. The whole time. The ceiling fan light blinked once. Just once. Like a wink. Like a promise. We weren’t just lovers anymore. We were prisoners. And the cell was the bed we’d just defiled. Again.

Her hand drifted under the sheet, resting on her stomach as she stared at the dark ceiling. He is fucking someone, she whispered to herself. The words felt like a confession. She was listening to him. She was lying in a cold bed while her best friend's brother was mere inches away, giving someone else everything Lena had ever dreamed of. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin silk of her tank top. The fabric felt abrasive now, making her skin itch with a sudden, desperate need. She closed her eyes and the darkness was immediately filled with images of him. She imagined Caleb hovering over some nameless girl, those massive, tattooed arms braced on either side of her head, his back a map of str

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.

Can it be. I laughed at what my ridiculous mind is thinking. First, it thought my mother was a werewolf. Second, it's confuse whether me and my twin's a werewolf. And third, assuming that I'm an alpha's mate. Oh jeez, this is just funny. "Uhm, Why are you laughing? "Only now did I realize he has his one brow lifted up as he look at me confusingly. "Oh, it's because of my mind. It kept thinking weird stuffs. "