Novel & Cerita Wuthering Waves Fanfiction

I’m such a fucking idiot…” Alex cries out, a strangled sound tearing from his throat, his voice fracturing into a thousand jagged pieces of raw sincerity. Closing the distance with a painful slowness, he brings his forehead against mine. The moment our foreheads meets, a violent tremor of raw electricity surges straight through the exposed, bleeding nerves of our fractured bond. An agonizing wave of pure heat fractures my chest so violently it steals the air from my lungs and blurs my vision—a terrifying testament to just how close those walls came to breaking us for good. And then, my dormant wolf finally stirs. He lets out a faint, deeply wounded whimper—a sound so raw and broken it echoes

The cold wind bit my cheeks as it brushed against my tear-streaked skin, and the slight burn felt nice for a change, like a little pinch pulling my attention away. I opened my eyes and let them rest on the calm waves; as far as I could see, there was only wave after wave. One after the other, eventually, it became impossible to see where one started and the other ended. I could just stay here, or I could go back the same way Toke and I came from. Everything but this, running away from god knows what to god knows who. It doesn't feel right, and I’m not sure if it is my stubbornness that’s affected me or if it was something else. The only thing I knew, I didn't want to!

She looks dreamily in space. I sigh in defeat. "That means you never felt or saw those waves that I did." "Yeah, I guess so." Well,well. I was an idiot for so long to think that it is a werewolf thing to see the waves around and feel them. I thought Tessa could do that too. Can Tristian do it? If he does then it's normal. But if he doesn't. "I think I have figured out my special arts talent. Maybe." *********

She writhes above me, undone, her mouth faltering around my length as the waves crash through her. I don’t give her time to recover. The taste of her release drives me insane, and I flip her onto the bed in one rough motion, pinning her down beneath me. My cock is slick with her spit, throbbing and aching for her, and I line myself against her soaked entrance. Her eyes meet mine, wild and dazed, and she nods, breathless, begging without words.

I hissed, but my father offered solace, "The storm passed, Aaron. It made the crossing impossible; they couldn't have gone far." For a moment, sanity abandoned me, and clarity drowned in the waves of my racing thoughts. Winter, the girl who lingered in my mind like a haunting melody, my fated mate, was out there—possibly in danger—with her inexplicable aura and ethereal presence. She dove into my heart like a tide, washing away the apprehensions I had about this twisted path I found myself on.

"You don't mean that." "I do." He moved toward me, and his closeness was a special kind of torture—feeling the heat of him, smelling the leather and pine scent that had haunted my dreams for years, while his words carved me into pieces. "Listen to me carefully, Wren, because I'm only going to say this once." I shook my head, backing away. "Don't—" "You're like a sister to me." Each word was precise, intentional, designed to destroy. "You've only ever been a sister. You *will* only ever be a sister. This bond means *nothing*."

I tried to scream, using the loudest tone I could, my throat aching from the effort, but nothing. Apparently, it was soundproof. I was completely isolated. That’s when I understood everything. He was going to make me watch. Why did I think even for a single moment that Rayan didn’t have a plan to get through the wave? It was obvious he knew he would be affected the same way I was. And, if it depended on my admission of defeat, things would be torturous for him too. Unless he could relieve himself. The Wave put us in a state of extreme heat, uncontrollable desire for our partner, but it could be appeased if there were Intercourse with another wolf in heat.

I went rigid, my back bowing off the mattress as my voice broke, crying out his name. The second wave hit us with a pulsing, electric heat that felt like it was pulling the very soul out of him, and I felt him shatter right along with me. He followed me over that ledge, his own release crashing through him with a raw force that left us both breathless and undone.

“I can bring her back.” As she looked out at the waves again, she imagined herself in her wolf form, running wild and fearless along the shoreline. The thought filled her with a sense of purpose, a drive to reclaim what had been lost. She could almost feel the wind in her fur, the exhilaration of freedom coursing through her veins. Then suddenly, as she gazed out at the Nysorian sea, her thoughts began to swirl, reflecting on the intimate moment she had just shared with Liam. It was more than just a physical act; it was a profound experience that had awakened something deep within her.

My cries broke into ragged sobs as the waves tore through me, unstoppable, wrecking me so hard I had to drag myself off his cock, my legs shaking uncontrollably. But he only leaned in, stubborn and unrelenting, and thrust into me again. My core clamped down on him, milking greedily, but he gave me no mercy. He pounded faster, harder, forcing his cock past the desperate squeeze of my spasming cunt until I was nothing but a ruined, trembling mess beneath him, thrashing like a feral, desperate animal in heat, undone and completely his.