روايات وقصص ضمن Zoro Fanfic

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.

Fucking mate bond. "Hmm, so you're the big bad Alpha that everyone fears? Seem like nothing but a softy to me." She smirks with a mischievous glint in her eye. Is she taunting me? If so, it's a major turn-on, and I don't know how much longer I can't control myself and Zoro. "Only soft for you, but I can make arrangements if you'd like to see the other side." Zoro has come to the surface. He's enjoying the challenge, surprisingly.

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.

Zor says to save face and I catch a look of pure rage in her big eyes. I immediately stare her down as she takes Garlof's arm. Something is off with the female. Something that goes beyond being disappointed or embarrassed. "May I present this Harvest's first couple," the Kea says trying to sound excited for them. The crowd cheers, but not as loudly as past tournaments and I begin to feel bad for the Big Cok. He won the brawl and proved that he could at least handle himself against Burk, but Zor still wasn't satisfied. He is going to have a life filled with feelings of falling short if she does choose to mate him.

“Say it.” “Yours!” I sob, my fingers clawing at the sheets, my body arching against my will. “Only yours! Please!” His release hits him like a storm. He roars, a sound of pure, primal triumph, as his cock pulses deep inside my ass, filling me with his heat. I collapse beneath him, a trembling, sobbing, overstimulated mess. I am ruined. I am his. But Zoran isn’t finished. He rolls me onto my side, pulling my back against his chest, his cock still half-hard as it rests against my ravaged ass.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORY SCENES. Zayn's POV. I was livid and all I could see was red. Who would have dared to injure the one woman I cared about more than anything. My hands tightened around Rora’s arm without realising until she winced. I released my hand, pulling her to my chest even if her blood was seeping into my clothes from her wound. “I'm sorry. This is all my fault.” I apologised to her but she managed to give me a small smile.

“This is not a drill. I repeat. This is not a drill, and we are under attack!” “Finally!” Kylo hums as he reaches behind his back, producing what looks to be a gun, and he aims it at Zion. “NO!!!” I cry out when he pulls the trigger, and the gun releases a tranquilizer that punctures the side of Zions' neck. Zion stumbles, collapsing to his knees as his gaze locks with mine. A look of intense fear and impending danger shines brightly in his eyes, and the overwhelming panic I was feeling moments ago starts to consume me with its terrifying presence.