Xenoblade Chronicles 2 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As a candidate for the next Alpha, his strength became ten times stronger than mine and I couldn't defeat him no matter how skilled I am in hand-to-hand combat and werewolf form. “Too bad, Xeno she’s going to get married to your brother tomorrow night,” she enunciated in a sad tone that almost made my heart shatter into million pieces. We both went silent for a couple of minutes. “You know, I love Phillius with every fiber of my being but that doesn’t mean I am ok with what he’s doing with you or Sapphire so I’ll help you both whatever I can,” she promised before she gave me an affirmative smile and nod. But before she gets out of the dungeon, she accidentally pointed the flashlight at Felri

Behind us, Xenon’s cold laughter echoed through the room. “This is what happens when hybrids defy their place,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “Alistair was never meant to live. And now, neither are you, Hyacinth.” “Shut up!” Hyacinth screamed, her voice filled with rage. She stood, placing herself between Xenon and Alistair’s body. Her hands clenched into fists, and her eyes burned with fury. Xenon stepped closer, his claws gleaming in the dim light. “You’re just like your mother—foolish, weak, and desperate. But unlike her, you won’t walk away from this alive.”

she said, placing her hand over mine, “that sometimes love makes us do things that push people away.” I flinched. “You think this is my fault?” “No,” she said quickly. “I think you were desperate. And someone took advantage of that.” My heart started pounding. “You think Lena did something?” “I know she did,” Xenia said calmly. I stared at her. “How can you be so sure?” “She’s powerful,” Xenia said. “And power like that doesn’t come without a price. She didn’t just take Griffin from you. She changed him.”

He never responded to her confession. She pulled his shirt up gently. At the sight of the red scratches and love bites on his back, she almost gasped. "There's more on my shoulders and c.h.e.s.t," Xenon added. Miya suddenly remembered that she did scratch and kissed him hard. She blushed. "Well, it was only because you were..." "Pleasing you too much?" Xenon winked at her. Miya blushed again. "We shall have our second round tonight," Xenon said with a cheeky smile. "Bon appetit."

My butterflies hovered over Xanthea’s face, dusting her with anesthetic pollen as I gently closed her eyelids, easing her into unconsciousness. My head snapped back, hearing footsteps approaching from behind. Another Azum — this one wearing glasses — walked toward us. I glanced at the one in front of me. “He’s my avatar. A clone,” he said. “He’ll assist you.” I returned my focus to Xanthea. “Ungh!” Xanthea writhed as the divine energy pulsed harder from the fang. “Begin transfusion!” I cried. “Quick!” Azum lay beside Xanthea as his avatar began chanting the transfusion spell.

"You are a ghost, alright. A phantom who stole twenty-five years of our love. Garron, find her. Find Seraphina. Bring her home. We have a lot to make up for." I watched them turn their backs on me. They didn't even say goodbye. They just walked out of the room, their scents of cedar and iron replaced by the bitter, cold draft of abandonment. I was left alone in the white room, the monitors still beeping a rhythm that no longer felt like a heartbeat. "So, the high-and-mighty Stormriven lineage turns out to be a fabrication? How... inconvenient for you, Xender." I didn't turn my head. I knew that voice. It was smooth, dangerous, and carried the weight of the Varkane Dynasty. Lucien Varkane was

I reached for the scent of sandalwood and cedar, the feeling of Eryx’s heart beating against mine, and the carnal, messy, imperfect love that no machine could ever manufacture. "I am not your reflection," I whispered, my voice sounding like the first morning of the world. "You are a part of me!" the First Luna screamed, her obsidian shadow reaching for my throat. "I was a part of you," I said, opening my eyes. They were no longer white or emerald. They were a solid, unmoving Grey—the frequency of the Paradox. "But I grew. I evolved. I became 'Too Much' even for you." I did something I hadn't done in sixty chapters. I didn't use the sun or the void. I reached into my own chest and pulled out

I sit up slowly and open my hands under the moonlight. Red crescents. Tiny but deep. A message written in pain. Nyx is trying to reach me. She’s still inside. Still awake. I don’t tell anyone. Not Gamma. Not Aria. Not even Bailey. Instead, I push harder. I double my training. I offer to assist with extra drills, volunteering to partner with the newer trainees who fight too wild, too angry. I need the distraction. I need the punishment. I need the noise to drown out the feeling that my own body isn’t fully mine anymore.

It felt like betrayal, like I was cheating Renzo simply by letting myself breathe in the comfort of another man’s arms. The mirror told its own story. A crescent moon, inked midnight blue with two stars, glowed against my throat. A silver wolf howled inside the mark, thrumming faintly with Blaze’s power. Witchy, otherworldly, and dangerously beautiful. My fingers brushed it and sparks rushed through me. His claim. His bond. And no matter how much I swore I loved Renzo, I could feel Blaze pulsing under my skin, pulling me closer every second.

The wetness, the pinkness, that’s all he could really see and what he could hear was the desperation embedded within every single one of her whimpers. She spread her legs wider, her lips between her teeth making it so much harder to hold himself and the beast within him back. “Mine!” He growled, his eyes flashing red once again. **** *** A/N// Xavier is cheating on me y'all...he...he😭😭he's going to do it with Celia. I've been crushing on him for so long and yet...! What an evil bastard...I hope he never cums!☹️ 😕