Novel & Cerita Worm Fanfiction

“Listen, I knew he was going to come back to me eventually when his ambitious side kicked in. It took longer than I had anticipated but when he came, I had already figured out how I was going to use him. I had thought ahead also and I knew that if he had children, they would haunt me down one day and try to kill him. I could not leave that chance open, could I? So, I lied to him and told him that for him to become the only werewolf king in history, he needed to become immortal and that the only way to make that happen was for him to drink the blood of his unborn seeds.” This piece of information was just as revolting as it had been when she first heard it from the horse’s mouth. How could Zo

“Probably because they’re mostly written by women who’ve experienced rejection in real life, and they write their dreams of becoming powerful.” “But then they almost always take the bastard who rejected them back,” I countered. “That’s the mate bond. It’s how it works. Besides, I’m not reading a werewolf novel at the moment.” Nate and Kam had come in by then. “So, what kind of novel are you reading?” Nate asked. “It’s a forbidden love story,” she answered. I glanced at Kam, and we smirked. “So, is she underage, or are they related?” he asked.

The Trimates, may they burn in the fires of Hell. I knew who they were...Mikhail Romano, Ethan Fletcher, and Elena Carmichael followed my father into the void, and somehow, one day, I would seek my vengeance. A small scuffle at the front entrance could be heard, and then I saw the sweetest little fawn poking its head inside my humble abode.. hello lunch, I grinned in delight, and seconds later, I sank my fangs deeply into its veins, glorying in the rush of thick liquid pulsing down my throat.

She would exploit their emotions and vulnerabilities, turning them against each other and ultimately weakening their pursuit. Night after night, Beverly infiltrated the dreams of the werewolves, manipulating their perceptions and distorting their realities. She planted seeds of suspicion, subtly casting doubt on the intentions of their comrades. She preyed on their grief, amplifying their sense of loss and anger. As the days turned into weeks, the werewolves grew increasingly restless and distrustful. Their arrogant trait that was suppressed became dominant again. Fractures began to form within their ranks, as whispers of doubt spread like wildfire. The unity that had once fueled their pursu

I won’t be able to fuck him, not unless we train him to take someone or something smaller first, but the way he feels around my finger is amazing. I dream of a land with trees and caverns and my pretty half fae, naked in a field where I let him dominate me and suck me in the open. I drink his cum in bliss, then it changes to a penthouse in the city and a large room overlooking Boston Public Garden. Raff strokes my cock lazily while the fox fucks the wolf who is tied in bondage ropes and Willow caresses Raff lovingly. It’s a wonderful dream, but one that I don’t deserve. I change it to something I deserve more.

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“All right. I’ll tell you something about myself, then you can tell me about one of your fantasies. Do we have a deal?” “How about I ask you about the things I want to know, then I tell you one of my fantasies?” “Clever girl. Always ask for specifics.” I nodded my thanks. “Deal. But I start first. What’s one of your fantasies, Wren?” Biting my bottom lip, I stared him straight in the face when I said, “Voyeurism. I like to watch other people fuck.” He chuckled darkly, his cock jerking against my foot, where he still held it in his lap. “You’d love my club then. I can already see you dressed in lingerie, watching as another woman is pleasured by a man.”

I screamed in frustration, stretching out my hands, but the unseen force kept pulling us apart. “Maybe, you’re not the one for me.” He turned and slowly walked away, leaving me crumpled on the floor like a piece of discarded paper. I bit my lip, struggling to hold back a sob. I lunged after him, but something snagged my ankle. Looking down, I saw a sharp claw slicing deep into my flesh. I screamed as blood instantly stained the floor.

I was very grateful to see the patient look on Nico's face when I opened my eyes. "I had a nightmare a-a-and ended up waking up one of the workers b-but when he came to the cage that I shared with Doe," I paused for a moment, allowing me to reprocess, "Sh-She took the blame for me and took the punishment! She g-got whipped for something I did saying she was returning the favor for what happened between me and X-Xander and I-" I stopped myself as I felt the guilt of that whole situation come back to me. Nico, however, looked completely surprised.

I needed her to feel my strength, and I needed the pack to see that she would always have my support. Jaren was deathly pale like a marble statue. The Witches drained every drop of life from his veins. He looked like he had been dead for days, but that wasn’t the cause for concern. It was his chest. It was mutilated. . The Witches had scribbled a message on his flesh, using some leftover dried blood. The wounds had a sickly luminous glow, showing the remnants of their signature magic. "ONE SOUL TO SAVE THE PACK. CHOOSE WISELY SERENA, BEFORE THE MOON TAKES UP BLOOD."