Zoro Fanfic Novels & Stories

zara's pov. woke up unusually early with an unsettling feeling in my stomach. It felt like I was about to throw up. My head throbbed painfully, and my whole body ached. Everything hurt. I couldn’t remember much of anything. But then, I felt his gentle hands on me. He calmed me down, gave me some medication, and softly whispered something I couldn’t quite catch but found comfort in. His voice was low, loving, and safe. I felt secure again. With his arms wrapped around me, I drifted back to sleep for the second time.

Soon I felt a piercing pain as his canines dug into my soft spot and before I could cry out, the pain subsided and was instead filled with intense pleasure and warmth. Valen licked the wound to heal and kissed me on my lips as he lay beside me, spooning me into his embrace. “Baby, did you just mark me ?” I asked softly, overwhelmed that he had wanted me all these years as much as I wanted him. “Uh hun,” he managed to pant out as he nibbled my shoulder to sleep. * * * * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: SHADOW GANG MEMBERS: Zoe Stone – Leader Draven – Zoe’s Beta

"No! I’m not yours!" Vardan let out a harsh laugh. He accelerated his pace to the absolute limit. His hand clamped around Sora’s front, stroking him in sync with the battering below. Sora couldn't hold back any longer. His body buckled and spasmed. His release splattered across his own stomach while Vardan continued to ram into him without mercy. Vardan let out a low, gutteral groan as his peak hit. He surged, knotting deep inside Sora’s womb, marking him again from the inside out. Both of them lay panting across the table, surrounded by the wreckage of food and spilled wine.

I won’t get thrown out, Malacar, or is there something you’re not telling me? Zaria, he said, touching my face softly. Why the rush? There is no rush, I want to be yours… You are mine, he said with a tone that gave me chills. Zor's eyes went crimson as he came out, and the claws touched my face gently. Get back inside now, he commanded him. Zaria, trust me, please. Aren’t you happy with what we're doing? he asked, all teasing. Oh, I am, and you’re teaching me things that make me blush…I want you whole Malacar.

I am happy because before we leave this place, we will bury the happy memories of the past. The story that failed will continue again and this time, it will be given a happy ending. I am Zariya Serein Cortez, an ordinary student from the modern world who was stranded a few decades ago. - END - Today I am about to close the book about my journey to the Kingdom of Norland.

Few warriors were arranging their training tools, and Hunter was standing in the extreme. Zara doesn't know why everyone loves being around where she should be, but she ignored all and started working, hoping that Tori and Daphne wouldn't bother her. Zara just pour the first splash of water on the floor when Zan emerged from the tree line in the matching area of the territory. Zan came silently, almost spectral, his presence commanding the ground before he touched it. His dark eyes scanned her form, noting the subtle tension in her stance, the way her muscles flexed in preparation.

Zara's voice was faint. “Because this moment, which I keep dreaming about, has finally come to pass.” He shifted closer and he withdrew his hand. His thighs spread further and the protruding member in his pants pressed against her exposed vulva. “Because I get to be the first to touch you, feel you, and hold you.” After he planted a brief kiss on her navel button, Zara asked, “How do you know you are the first to touch me?” Zoey took one of her legs, held it straight in the air, and while he maintained eye contact with the girl, he replied, “You make it obvious. And,” he kissed her ankle, “I can read your mind.”

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

Hunter assured, trying to dispel her fears. “Send Garm, please. I'm afraid of dying, and you not being here,” Zora whispered, expressing her vulnerability. “You're not going to die, Zora. I promise,” Hunter asserted with the confidence only an Alpha could offer. But Zora insisted on her intuition. “I feel it,” she murmured. Understanding Zora's distress, Hunter finally agreed. “All right, I'll send Garm to be with you,” Hunter promised, as his eyes met Zora's.

-ZOYA- I try to shove him away, but Ragnar holds me in place, showing me that apart from being immortal, he could also be a fucking wall. His hand slides down to my waist, holding me firmly against him. All the bravado I felt a few moments ago dissipates into thin air. No doubt, when he tilts my chin, forcing me to look into his hypnotizing gold eyes, he sees the fear in mine. "Your ideas of rebellion have room for questioning." He scoffs, taking off a pin from my hair. Then another, until all the pins are gone from my hair and scattered on the ground and my hair is falling down my bare shoulders.