Wuthering Waves Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Discard the orders of the sea and hand over the men to my wind at once.” The waves whimpered again for being stuck in the middle between two much heavier forces they could not take on even if they wanted to, Amalthea had no time to reason with the waves, so she went with threatening them instead. “If you continue, I shall evaporate you into becoming more wind between my fingers.” Not wanting to change the shape of their life force, the waves succumbed to the command of the heiress, pushing the four men with whom they were battling to the surface. The winter wind took a hold of their bodies.

Giving crumbs, snatching them away, watching me crawl. Inside, loathing expanded relentlessly, filling every hollow. *She’ll regret looking down on me—one day I’ll see her ruined, groveling, begging for forgiveness.* Wren pictured Ophelia alone and broken, and the fantasy brought a moment’s relief to the burn of humiliation and rage. *She’s just like Isabella and Danny. Ruthless when she wants something, then bored when she’s done. They all deserve to fall.* Wren’s hatred was now a living thing inside her, fed not just by injustice, but by Ophelia’s calculated disdain.

She felt a strong wave of anger running through her veins as his words pierce her ears like lava. “So now you're going to force yourself on me—again? Even after you promised that if I accepted you, you’d give me everything a wife deserves? I guess respect and consent didn’t make it onto that list” she couldn’t stop the jabs spilling from her mouth, each one landing like daggers cutting him deep but regret surged in the very next second when she saw the way his jaw twisted, sharp as a blade, just before a guttural growl tore from his throat.

Each thrust pushed her deeper into the wet sand while the ocean tried to pull them back out to sea. “Jax,” she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. The pleasure built differently this time, slower, more intense. Every glide of his cock felt like a confession. Every moan he drew from her lips felt like forgiveness she wasn’t ready to give. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries as the waves crashed higher around them, soaking their skin and mingling with the slick sounds of their bodies moving together.

A strange, exhilarating sensation stirred within me, like a wave preparing to crash onto the shore. My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving long scratches on his back. Unable to resist, his wolf pressed his cheek against my stomach, rubbing and marking me with his scent. His lips pressed against my hip bone, easing the tension between my legs and at my core. My wolf let out a soft whine, missing her mate and longing for his presence.

we moved here when I had just gotten out of the hell I called my lovely marriage to give me a change in environment, it did help but I guess a change in scenery isn't what you need every time you're trying not to kill yourself. following the sound of impatient waves crashing against the bank, I sat down not caring if my white shirt will be ruined by moss and wet soil, the cool breeze brought a nice flush to my face as it brushed the few strands away from my face momentarily before they settled back down. I gazed at the free-flowing waves that reminded me of how strong and merciless they can be at times. The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every

“A boy or a girl?” “M…M…” she stammered breathlessly, voice trembling from the overwhelming waves rolling through her. I chuckled darkly, drunk on the feeling of her body molding so perfectly to mine. “See, this is what it means to have a big, bad wolf for a mate,” I whispered against her skin, “I take you so deep, so thoroughly, you forget how to speak.” I tugged her tighter, her breath hitching as her head slumped over my shoulder, mouth parted in a helpless cry.

I rest my head against his chest and close my eyes. Once my eyes open, I see that we are in his room. Suddenly, a deep pain hits me. It’s different from the one that happened the other day. This one makes me hot and sweaty. What is going on? All of a sudden my wolf keeps repeating that she wants her Alpha but she won’t listen to me. I look at Chris with desperation. “What’s wrong, love?” He asks. “I don’t know, Chris. I’m hot and sweaty all over.” I answer, breathing erratically.

Shake, because I am indeed cold – But also because – What – What the fuck just happened!? Did I seriously just threaten to kill a god because he tried to vanish away my handmaid? Did I actually just seize this Game from his hands!? Did… Oh my god. Did Anton and I actually…make out under the waves? I groan, totally confused about what is reality and what isn’t, my mind spinning, all of this new power thrumming through my veins. My wolf yelps, darting back and forth, not knowing what to do with it all, snarling at the glowing waves of it that alternate in color and keep coming and coming and coming –

“Ahh….” As the heat wave surges through me, my wolf seizes the opportunity and takes control of me. He quickly demands, “Claim me now. Fill me full of your pups.” From the back of my mind, I try to take back control, but I stop fighting when I notice Owen’s eyes have switched from dark brown to yellow, as he replies to my demands in a deep husky voice. “As you wish, my mate.” Within seconds, I’m catapulted into heaven as Owen thrusts his lubed fingered into my quivering hole. “Ahh….”