Yang X Blake Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Fuck. Blake shrugs as she pulls the jacket away from her body and slowly takes one step closer to me as she places the jacket against my chest. Her palm pressed against my chest, pressing the jacket against me. “Thank you for the jacket, but I am not cold anymore, and I have a job to do,” she says and I hold on to my jacket at the same time she lets go of it. Blake spins around on her high heels and walks away from me, swinging her hips, leaving me alone on the balcony, watching as she walks away from me.

“You’re too weak.” Henry gripped his stick. Hard. I clenched my clipboard, wishing for once I could disappear more than I already did. The game only got worse. Xavier scored again. And again. And again. By the time the referee blew the final whistle, the scoreboard might as well have flashed: XAVIER BLAKE OWNS THIS RINK. I watched Henry throw his helmet into the bench. He hated losing. But losing to someone who was his exact opposite—sharp where Henry was warm, unpredictable where Henry was disciplined—must’ve burned like hell.

Hearing this, hunter Logan shared a glance with Jake. ' Something really terrible is about to happen in the city!' ... Returning to the pub, Yoldes went right up the stairs in a fidgety daze, still unable to forget the frightening experience he'd had just now. He could still remember the crazy glare, and how he was swallowed in the cold gaze of the so-called Alpha of the Moonblood back.

Their hands met, grip tight and strong. The Silver Fang Alpha spoke loudly. “From this night forward, you are no longer a prisoner. You are my blade. Together, we will bring down Ryder and his Flame. Together, we will watch the packs burn.” George’s wolf howled inside him, wild with triumph. He could see it now, the Flame’s fire snuffed out, Ryder’s golden eyes dimmed, the packs kneeling. His chest swelled with satisfaction.

I sat comfortably after, yet my mind wander from time to time to the black door, and waiting while my heart panted to the black figure. Dad once said how it's hard to admitted to the most pristigue of academy of shifters, however, a luck and fate is what compile the world of shifters. Despite that, it's good to not win over the soft side, and let your trickery be win and your scheme to show all the time. Not long after, the indefinite voice shake the silent off and the pub to slightly tremble. The black figure appear and said so loud in excitement, “I got you admitted, Willyeah!”

The blonde rolled her eyes and leaned against Lycidas, who was turning white and red at the same time. "I am flattered and you're going to hell, Lucas." She poked her index finger at my chest. I knew she wanted to stab me with something else. Girls want to do that when you fuck them and can't remember their names. "Father is waiting for you, Lucas." Lycidas pointed at the other side of the living room. I gave him a faint smile with disdain and was about to walk away, but he grabbed my arm. "And one more thing in case you're still alive tomorrow. I know you can't get enough of me, but stop sending your fucking minion following me around. Next time try sending a monkey. I'm sure a monkey will

I rolled my eyes at Blake, who was staring at me like he expected an explanation. “A true Luna with a bond to a Vampire Siren. You keep getting more and more interesting.” Yavanna eyed me up and down with her rainbow eyes. “She is my mate.” Blake growled. “I was your mate, then I rejected you for being a piece of trash. Now you are my slave, remember.” I stared him down to control his temper. He fidgeted for a moment, but relaxed as we walked on. We were all going to get killed, and it will be all my fault. Bolton growled at my thoughts but didn’t turn to say anything. Finally, he was learning to ignore my inner monologue.

Our parents discuss their plans for today and Xavier asks us quietly, “Did you guys spend the night together?” I feel a blush creeping up my neck and I look down at the table, I sneak a glance at Blake and he is blushing also. “Wow, so the two of you did spend the night together,” Xavier says with a sly smile. “Nice going Blake, I thought you would be too gentlemanly and princely. I guess I was wrong,” he continues.

Felix gently patted my back, but I couldn’t stop shaking. I remembered that dark, dingy bathroom. His hand was sliding across my back and squeezing my skin here and there. His lips close to my ear, whispering, “You’ve got such a pretty face, don’t you?” It was him. He was Xena’s brother, Blake Smith! The whole family was vile! “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Felix asked softly. “Scared,” I whispered, too terrified to even glance at Blake, and buried my face against Felix’s shoulder.

She must have dozed off because she heard the door open and Blake was standing in the door frame. “You are here,” he said, his voice low, trying not to wake Jayce up. “I have been looking for you.” She nodded and gently disentangled herself from Jayce. “Come here,” Blake stretched out his hand to her. She took it and allowed him to lead her out of their son's room. ******* About two hours later, Blake rolled off Stacy's body with a satisfied grin on his face. Stacy's legs had melted to jelly. Blake had brought her to climax twice, and she was exhausted. And satisfied like Blake.