Wonder Woman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But judging by the way she flickered him away from herself with just her fingers showed the immense abilities she had within herself. "I come in peace, Alpha Jacob Shepard." The strange woman raised her arms in surrender, even though she could still flicker her fingers to all the warriors in the room and bring down Jacob's pack in seconds. My heart was racing and I could not decide whether to run to Jacob or to the strange woman whose aura called to my soul… where did I meet her I darted at her with furrowed brows, confused with skeptical sentiments. Jacob toiled to get up from the floor and I guessed that the strange woman's hand gesture did more damage than I witnessed.

She thinks Athena has some kind of agenda to get me back when we know that isn’t the truth and I had no idea what she was planning either. But when she came down I already saw the shift in things. She was staking her claim and now I had to keep Marissa and Athena away from each other before someone ends up dead. Marissa was the fighter but the Moon Goddess had mind powers and can make you wish you were dead. She cannot die until after the host has left or once she steps down. I knew she was waiting until her sister was old enough to take over. But we'll be old and she has already found love in Jack. Even though a part of her will always remain with me. I see it. I felt it when our arms had t

The world fell away, leaving only heat and passion. Suddenly, transformation surged within me. Claws replaced my fingernails, sharp, white, and luminous—a wild, awakening power. I vibrated with energy, exhilarated and afraid. "Varyon!" I cried. Emerging from the haze, his arm held me close, anchoring me in this unsettling reality. His warmth was comforting and electrifying. My mind spun between belief and doubt—was this passion real or an illusion? I lifted my hands, staring at the sharp white claws gleaming under dim light, elegant as shards of moonlight. Everything else remained unchanged. My heart raced, my mind oscillating between wonder and fear.

I was more than ready for the intense pain to go away. "I'm going to start with your leg," she whispered. A moment later the covers were pulled back then she mumbled in that weird language again. An intense burning began in my leg and an odd sensation of pulling and stretching. Right before the sensations bordered on any real pain, she pulled away panting. I opened my eyes and looked down at the wound only to find it was truly gone. All that was left of the ugly stab wound was a white scar that looked years old instead of days. Stunned, all I could do was stare at her as if she was an alien. My rational mind knew there was no way a person should be able to do these things. But by her own adm

"And if you ever, ever come after one of the girls again, you won't get back up." He offered his hand to assist the bastard off his feet, but Uncle Greg slapped it away and rose on his own. "We're not done." "Oh, we are." Tristan eyed him until Uncle Greg had disappeared in the foliage, and whirled to face the group. His worried gaze scanned Ceara, then Fiona and Kaida. "Are you all right? Anyone hurt?" "I'm butt-hurt you didn't let me get a punch in." Riley drew Kaida closer to his side, where she was tucked under his arm. "I'm a little frightened of you, Wonder Woman. Remind me not to get on your bad side."

With that, I fell fast asleep. It felt like I hadn’t been asleep more than five minutes when I saw a woman who looked a lot like an older version of me. She was in a castle, but it was nothing like my mom’s castle. This was dark and just depressing. It was also a little scary. She opened a door, and I saw a girl who looked slightly younger than me, and looked a lot like me. She was shackled and crying. As soon as the woman walked in, the girl cried, “What could you possibly want from me?” She replied, “I want your power. Just not yet. There are others to gather.” The girl shook her head in disbelief, “Who are you?” The woman looked at her with utter hatred, “I’m the woman who gave birth to y

She had fallen down a rabbit hole, and she was finally understanding what Wonderland looked like. There were several people in the room, but most of them were standing around just watching what was happening. And "what was happening" was a girl was getting fucked, hard. A woman with the most beautiful light-brown skin and hair that almost matched. She had a round butt that was sticking up in the air, and Shamira couldn't get a good look at the face because it was between her shins. The girl was bent in half and her wrists were shackled to her ankles.

Did they go ‘poof’ and disappear into thin air? A goofy smile came and she giggled again. She felt the man easing her back onto the bed and felt his breath fanning her face as he lowered her down. Oh, his sweet hot breath. Her hands instinctively looped around his neck, drawing him near. “Where you goin’?” she giggled again. The man tried to pry her hands away but strength had found its way back into her arms. Oh yeah, she was a strong as Wonder Woman now. All she needed was her lasso and she would whip Daniel Winters into submission. Maybe she would get him to strip for her too. That would be deliciously sinful. She giggled a little more before a strangled sob bubbled in her throat. Boy, sh

I want to master my power, then come back to the so-called reaper's realm and make General Zod and all his team pay for all the sufferings they have caused me. Not only that, I was anxious to use my power and everything I could do. I have loved and cherished everything supernatural ever since I watched the movie "Wonder Woman." I had been hoping I had one per cent of her power, just super speed, or the ability to fly, but it was hopeless. Most of the time, I even follow different channels on YouTube that deal with telekinesis, or any kinesis and psychic powers. I went deeper to the extent that I started performing hydrokinetics. However, I had to stop when my mom caught me one day and told m

The women all stared at me intently trying to determine if I could have possibly pierced their veil of secrecy. "Amazons?" Hayden prodded me – in Hittite. I looked at her but didn't reply. "Amazons?" she repeated in English. "Yeah – Amazons," I grinned. "Like Wonder Woman." There as an infinitesimal relaxation around me. They weren't opposed to disposing of me. Their worry was that if some jack-ass from Bumfuck Nowhere had stumbled up their true identity, other, far more competent agencies could as well. Instead, I had simply tossed a word in common usage out there, like that legion of chimps writing Shakespeare. A DC comic heroine had convinced them I knew nothing.