Yang X Blake Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You little brat, you've recently completed a few more big projects, right? You're really a young hero. The industry in S City has almost changed. I will have to rely on your luck in the future." "Uncle, you must be joking. I will need you to take care of me in the future." Blake was neither humble nor arrogant, even his pleasantries were going smoothly. "This is?" Secretary Yang's gaze finally turned to Angie. "Let me introduce you, this is my fiancée, Angie Lopez," Blake replied indifferently. "Hello, Secretary Yang." Angie politely greeted the other party. "Hello, dear. I've heard of your concert. Not bad."

I cried as I knelt down on the cold floor while rain poured heavily on me. By the time the rain stopped, I was shivering profusely. My body was aching and burning with excruciating pain. “Beatrice,” I opened my eyes weakly as I heard his calm yet dangerous voice. “Ethan,” I called. “I forgot to tell you something. I thought I could keep you as a slave in my pack but it seems you don't deserve anything.” “I, Ethan Wood, the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, reject Beatrice Blake as my mate,” he said and I gasped out in shock.

I plead. “I Xander Stone…” he chest heaves with another cough as he pauses. “Hereby reject you Tika Heather as my mate…..”. The pain that hits my chest this time takes my breath away. I am unable to hold him of give him comfort as his body contorts and his back bows. Our screams fill the air and it feels like something inside me shreds to pieces. As my dragon howls in my head my senses are blinded as everything goes black.

I turn around and watch her as she gracefully walks over to Cassie’s cell. She’s a Luna and Cassie is an Alpha, I can’t defend myself against them… yet. When I finally get married to Blake and officially become Luna, I will get my revenge. That, I swear.

Reduced to a mere maid by her wicked stepmother, Elara’s only hope for escape was her fated mate, Alpha Ryker. But on the morning of their wedding, she is framed for dark magic, brutally rejected, and replaced by her evil stepsister. ​Banished, penniless, and shockingly pregnant with Ryker’s twins, Elara thinks her life is over. ​She couldn't be more wrong. ​Elara isn’t a cursed omega. Her silver hair is the mark of the Moon Wolves, a legendary, ancient bloodline of healers. Hunted for her rare blood, she is captured and sold to the Obsidian Lycan Empire to serve Prince Cassian, a dangerously powerful but cursed Lycan who descends into maddening hysteria. ​Only Elara’s dormant magic can

" After I hung up, I stood at the kitchen window thinking back to when I first met him. I met Blake at a winter solstice dance, back when I was nineteen and still believed in fairy tales. He'd walked into the hall like he owned it, all broad shoulders and easy confidence. I was standing by the drinks table, too shy to talk to anyone, when our eyes met across the room, Ayla surged to the surface so fast it made me dizzy. Mate, she'd whispered. He's our mate. Blake must have felt it too, because he crossed the room in three strides and stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell pine and woodsmoke on his skin. "It's you," he said, like he'd been searching for me his whole lif

Still, I say, “Look, can we just drop this? I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s over. I thank you for being there and not telling mom, but I’d rather we forget about it?” Blake arches a brow. “I don’t want to forget about it.” My body vibrates in discomfort and my hand grips the handles of his chair. “What do you want in return?” Yes, what do you want, Blake? Are you like those jerks who want to have fun with a loser like me? Anger starts to build up within me. I may be a wolfless omega, but I will not stand being reduced to a step-on mat. Blake takes a bold step towards me, places both hands on mine and leans down. This time, so close until his nose touches mine. “I want you…”

James scowled, “I didn’t fuck it up Mikey… we just got-“ James didn’t get to finish his sentence before the Lycan punched him hard across the face, sending him tumbling to the ground. The Beta didn’t even get a moment to breathe before the Lycan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up in the air with just one hand. James struggled against the hand tightening around his neck, panicking as his vision started going dark. The Lycan snarled at him. “Don’t ever fucking call me Mikey again, My name is Michael Blackthorn! Son of Cedric Blackthorn…. I’m the fucking heir to the Lycan throne! You’ll show me some respect else I’ll make you regret the day you met me.” Michael snarled at James.

We were meant to be together forever. "I have instead chosen Leah, Sophia's stepsister, as my mate," Alpha Blake announced. The crowd erupted into gasps and murmurs, and I felt my legs go weak beneath me. My stepsister? Alpha Blake had chosen my stepsister over me? I turned to Leah, who was standing a few feet away, looking just as shocked as I was. But then she smiled, a smug expression crossing her face. A memory of how she confronted her mother and tell her that. "Mother, I want Alpha Blake to be mine! He got all I want, so please mother, do something!!" flashed across Leah's memory.

“When the time comes, we shall let Alpha Blake take the fall for us.” Alpha Gregory's head tilted back. “Alpha Dante,” he called, “I get that Blake let his anger get ahead of him but still this is not right.” Alpha Dante laughed. “You fool. You will chew your words if only you could see through the tricks of that cunning fellow.” Alpha Gregory leaned forward curious. “Tricks? What tricks?” “I didn't plan on telling you yet but I see you are still blindfolded by Blake's deception. The Lycan King bride? Doesn't she look familiar to you?”