Zoro X Reader Novels & Stories

That was the first time she had felt that and she seemed obsessed and addicted to the smell and caress of the first Archon. Zandro slowly took off her blouse as well as the pants she was wearing until only undergarments were left. Zandro is fascinated by what he sees, he doesn't know that Ara's body is so attractive and perfect. He stared at the marks left by the stab wounds on Ara's body. He gently touched it then looked at Ara "What did you do when you weren't with me?." "Fighting— f-fighting to live" Ara's weak response.

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

I awaken—finally—dragged from the void like a drowned thing hauled from the depths. The air burns my lungs, and for a moment, I wonder if this is what it feels like to be among the living again. Inside me, Zor stirs, his presence vast and primal, like a beast curling lazily in the corners of my mind. "I will always be here... You are mine now, my human," he rumbles, his voice a low growl that resonates through my bones.

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Zara’s POV “Oh Jax !” I couldn’t help moaning as Jax fed me on my Strength kink against the water cut, smooth rocks. “Mhmmmm mm-mm,” Moans of pleasure escaped through my quivering lips as we stood in the cold waters of the soothing river, under the light of the beaming moon.

The warriors gasped and cheered, but a second later, she was back on the floor, pinned beneath him once more. “Maybe we should call it the end,” he mocked, securing her wrists above her head. “Otherwise, I’ll start to think you just enjoy being pinned under me.” Zoriana forced herself to relax, letting her muscles go limp to signal she wasn’t resisting. The moment she felt him loosen his grip, she rolled in one swift, athletic motion, straddling his waist. Her legs wrapped around his strong hips, feeling his heat—and the hard evidence of his attraction. “You celebrate my defeat too early, Alpha,” she hissed, leaning down until their lips were inches apart. “How does it feel to be the one ben

They joined their hands together, Zorya's Fiery frame and Zarael's golden one, their blood merged and together it dripped onto Rafael's body. The blood sank into his body, then everything quietened, the two bodies lost their glow, Zorya Spat a mouthful of blood but her eyes remained fixed on Rafael, a trail of blood trickled down the corner of Zarael's lips, her face turned white, her body swayed, I instinctively tried to help steady her, but my hand just went through her body “Right, you can't touch anything” I reminded myself, silly me. “Did it work?” Zorya asked?

Confusion riddled my features, "My wings aren't white or fully gold to rule." "You were born to rule," Zora squared her shoulders and lifted her chin in the air, "that's why you were willing to give up everything for your people. Keep your wings hidden. No one's seen what they look like. When the time comes for you to take your place, all they will see is a set of white wings that emerged from your mating bond." "You can't be honestly suggesting what I think you are," I stared at her flabbergasted. "I am," holding her hands out—palms facing up, a blinding white light flashed into existence before vanishing just as quickly. In its place, lying on her palms, sat the second half of the book. Zo

He was speaking to her softly, his forehead resting against hers, his voice filled with emotion I couldn’t quite place. I held my breath, afraid to disturb the moment. Zoraya had always been a broken bird, caged by a past no one had yet uncovered. And now, in Axel’s arms, she looked… safe. Loved. I cleared my throat gently, making my presence known. Axel looked up, and for a brief moment, I saw something raw in his eyes. Pain. Determination. A silent war waging within him. Zoraya, on the other hand, tensed at my presence. She pulled away slightly, lowering her gaze as if afraid I had come with more bad news.

Zayn's POV I turned the key and walked in, to see Rora sprawled on the floor asleep. Books of different sizes were scattered around her and she was in the middle of it all. I shook my head as a small smile crossed my lips, I walked towards her about to grab one of the books closest to my head when all of a sudden, my leg was yanked and I fell backwards, my back hitting the floor roughly. She rolled on top of me and immediately raised her hand to hit me but then she froze. Her hand still in the hair as she blinked, already focused.