Worm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He spits on the ground after cursing me, and what can I expect from a man born into fear and relentless war? "I, Willow Celeste Panchak, resident and captive of the Grim Fang pack, reject you, Elbrus, as my fated mate." I could feel the pain as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, and it only got worse as I forced the words out. Athena was raging, anguished, but she didn't try to force control. She knew we would survive without our mate, we were stronger than any man.

It hurts my mind to think about different places and people. "Technically us vampires and lycans should be in our own realms but because we signed treaties we get to stay," Fane stated and I shook my head in disbelief. Willow came up to me and asked if she could hold Inverness. I nodded and lifted the toddler to her. My daughter smiled at her. Willow carried her over to the other couch and sat with the child. My father entered in a rush saying the judgement makers had arrived. I rolled my eyes and said whoopee. Fane laughed at me as he went to sit by his daughter. I watched the guantly looking men enter the room and both paused and glanced over at the two girls. I saw the connection, both co

Vorlyk took the gnarled hand into his and pulled Madayah onto his lap. He kissed the mutilated side of her face and ran his hand over the smooth side. His entire body relaxed when she leaned in and kissed him. Nicolas felt their love deep in his gut. He cared about Franklin, loved him for the wonderful person he was but could never give the vampire what he wanted. Nicolas hoped to someday find a she-wolf mate to share his life, and Franklin, his best friend, understood that. He often teased Nicolas that he, Franklin, would be the gay uncle to wolf pups. Nicolas's heart squeezed, and for the first time in months grief shadowed his thinking more than revenge.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

He could feel it all, the desperate, angry rhythm of thrusts, the slide of skin, the hollow frustration bleeding through the bond like poison. His own cock hardened instantly, traitorously, pressing against his trousers while nausea rolled through his chest. He knew what was happening. Ronan was fucking someone. Pouring all that rage and need into another person’s body. Elias could feel the wolf king’s dissatisfaction, the way the pleasure wasn’t landing right, but it still hurt like a blade between the ribs.

Short Story's Blurb: Being abused by her father, Alpha Talon of Nightshade Pack for many years, Fiona dreamed of finding her mate and escaping from her hell. After finding her mate was Alpha Garrick at the awakening gathering when she finally reached eighteen years old, Fiona dreamed of being the best mate and best Luna for him. However, Fiona’s elder sister, Amber, disappeared with Garrick at the party and showed up with his marks the next day. Fiona’s heart shattered as she knew their betrayal and was ruthlessly rejected by Alpha Garrick later. Despite all of these, never had she thought that the Moon Goddess made a second plan for her when she met Alpha Cyrus—her childhood friend and now

I roared. I threw the fang at the Author. It didn't hit him like a bullet. It hit him like a **Virus**. The fang buried itself in the Author’s chest. The "Narrative" wall shattered. The black ink words—*The Hero fell*—turned into violet birds and flew away. The Author looked down at the fang. His white sweater began to turn black. His skin began to grow fur. "What... what is this?" he gasped. "This isn't in the 'Outline'!"

Something was so wrong with this picture. “You’re a vampire. You’re a vampire.” she repeated over and over again. As if by saying it, it would go away, but it didn’t. He was a vampire, and he stood in his room looking at her, making her feel like she’d hit her head and was coming out of a daze. But she hadn’t hit her head. He was real. “I slept with a vampire.” She dropped her arms to her sides and let her shoulders slump. Samson nodded. “And you liked it just as much as I did.”

"I've been reading a novel about such relationships, and I completely love the story between Brian and Nila. The title is Forbidden desire by author Muse. It gives an in that it's more than just forbidden situations, besides, we werewolves can't choose who our mate is, there's no way i would give up on a once in a lifetime thing like that." Holy crap! A weird sense takes ahold of me, this is the second time I'm having an encounter with an online fan and it makes me so proud. Maybe my book is giving people out there more insight on step-siblings forbidden relationships. It's finally making them understand that it's not always about just fucking and lust. It's about the bond and things that fa

I clicked on the app and skimmed from where I stopped yesterday. “I’m Finn, your neighbour, he’d introduced, and she nodded like a fool, I’m Fiona. I just moved from the city. He took the cats from her, but didn’t leave. They stared at each other. Fiona had heard stories of meeting soulmates, the electricity, the bond, and awareness, and she thought this was it. Except, it wasn’t. This went beyond soulmates. This was the mate bond that all werewolves felt. Unbeknownst to her, she was his mate.”