Worm Fanfiction Ao3 Novels & Stories

"Dr. Mike Ferdinez is banned from Umbra territory, effective immediately. If he sets foot here again, it's an act of war. We will respond accordingly." Wolf howling for blood. Kill him. Rip throat out. Make him pay. I let the rage flow through me, feeding it, nurturing it. Eve wasn't lying about any of it. She had been telling the truth from the beginning, while I accused her and threatened her and made her life a living hell. Which meant she was really not Circe. Which meant the mate bond was real. Which meant I had already lost the war against my own heart. I stared out the window toward the medical wing, toward her quarters, calculating the distance, the time, the risk.

All I could see before my eyes was Alexia, the female delta head, hugging my mate snuggled in my blanket, in my bedroom. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. My wolf had become dormant the moment he rejected me but now the insult was unbearable. I shifted, painfully and ran away. With no destination in mind, nowhere to go and sadly no one would even realise my missing. Hera and Liam would come. Maybe. Trust was completely erased from my dictionary.

My other works here: 1) Mafia's Arranged Love (Vayden & Viana's story) 2) The Extrovert Weds The Introvert (Blaze & Diva's story) 3) The Secret Of My Boss (Aria & Zaiden's story) 4) The Vampire Potion (Alexander & Becca's story)

At midnight I am still looking at a blank paper sheet when I decide to write. “Alpha Onyx, this will most certainly be the most unorthodox thing I will do this year, but here it goes. I found your scent on the paperwork during our meeting this morning. From there, I have been mentally spiraling out of control, trying to keep a cool head around my family. Here, it is against the law to be mated with a Lycan. Then I received your shirt, which I am wearing right now. I made some decisions. After recent events, I am ready to leave my pack if that is what it takes. You may or may not reject me, and I would understand if you did. Please know I will still hold true to the contract I signed today, n

Donovan, my Beta and best friend, yells at me through the mind link. Ignoring Donovan’s angry yell, I shut my eyes and thrust faster into the girl’s mouth. My orgasm was very close. Anytime Donovan sounded like this, it was always because of some meeting with those old degenerates. In other words, werewolves and their council of elders. “I’m with my Harem, wanna join?” I replied, turning the bitch around before parting her thighs to reveal her dampened pussy folds and her tight asshole. The sweet smell of her arousal made me hornier than ever.

As for what else I'm certain of; it's going to be a teen romance. I'm working on it, and have drafted up a short blurb already. Enjoy. Blurb: 'There was a popular, preconceived notion about the devil's appearance. Some thought he had molten red scales and giant black horns. I thought he had pale white hair and arctic blue eyes. I thought the devil was Dane Foster.' _ To get more updates on it and my other books, do follow me on my socials.♥ See you in the next book!

“Go away, Shawn!” “Please, Ally… just let me in,” he said from the other side, knuckles tapping again. “I can help you.” She turned her face toward the wall, chest rising and falling fast. How the hell had it come to this? All she’d done was pull a stupid prank on him this morning, nothing serious, and somehow, hours later, she’d ended up with his cock buried deep inside her. ‘… his cock,’ she thought, remembering the feeling. ‘It happened. It already happened. And… he… he already noted it. We are steps, not blood-related.’

I placed the journal carefully on my desk and lit a candle. Then I pulled out a blank book Olive had found for me yesterday—fresh pages, unmarked. I opened it and began to write. My name is Aria Harlan Voss Thornveil. I am Luna of the Blood Fang Pack, whether my mate acknowledges it or not. This is my record. My truth. My evidence. If anything happens to me, if I “get sick” or “lose my mind,” know that it wasn’t an accident. I am being hunted in my own home.

My fingers flew across the keys, the cursor dancing as I began a new chapter. Damian’s touch wasn't gentle tonight, I wrote, my breath hitching. He didn't look at me with that usual gentle smile. Instead, he pinned me against the wall, his eyes dark with a hunger that felt like a haunting memory. He told me I was his. Then he consumed me… I paused, my heart hammering. I was writing Damian, but the image and face in my mind was all wrong. What the hell was I doing? Imagining Aaron while wrote? Since when did that annoying prick become my direct muse?!