Zutara Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Zara stared at the image for a long moment. So many things had changed in such a short time, the fractured mate bond, the unstable clan, and now the past drawing close again. She took a slow breath before typing once more. [Do you want me to pick you up?]

ZARIA I sat on the couch in our apartment, staring at Rai’s unfinished drawing on the table. A superhero with a cape. My hands shook as I touched the paper. The initial calm I had felt on the phone had completely shattered. Fear sat heavy in my chest now, pressing down until it was hard to breathe. Renzo came over and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in his. His grip was warm and strong. “We’re not stopping. I have the best people looking. Whoever did this will regret it. I swear to you, Zaria.”

“but you know one thing, he was never meant to rule. Neither were you.” A chorus of growls echoed around them as warriors began to gather, torn between loyalty and the shocking betrayal unfolding before them. Zara stood, her chest heaving with fury. “Stand down, or I will rip your throat out myself.” Dorian chuckled. “You really think they’ll follow you? A Beta with a cursed bond?” Zara’s wolf surged inside her. Enough. She lunged forward. Their bodies collided in a blur of claws and fangs. Dorian was fast, but Zara was faster. She dodged his blade, twisted behind him, and sank her claws into his chest, the fight ended before it even started.

zara's pov I lay in bed, my heart heavy with a mix of emotions. My neck throbbed in pain, and my throat felt dry and scratchy. My body ached all over, a reminder of the trauma I had endured. Beside me, Vulvan slept peacefully, his presence making my skin crawl. As I lay there, I couldn't help but think about how I had ended up in this situation. I had been so blind to Vulvan's true nature, and now I realized that he was a monster, capable of killing me without feeling any remorse.

Zutara blinked her eyes surprised to see the sun already up and herself still in bed, normally Riz would have yanked her right out of her dreams and into a nightmare of waves and drops and sprinkles and showers. Zutara shook her head and wrapped her hair into what she hoped was a semblance of tidy and stepped out into the yard, Riz and Sikorra both turned to look at her from what was the makeshift cooking fire.

While Ryan was suddenly excited about hearing the whole story about that man he was willing to tear apart any minute. He just didn't want Dabria to end up becoming a crown for someone as selfish as Adrian was. But Zeus was not Adrian. And Helenora was going to tell him that. "I know it looks like a deja Vu. It looks like history is repeating itself. But that's not true. Zeus is not Adrian. He fought his own wolf that was way too ancient. Zaric is practically as old as Adrian was. And of course, he hated Adrian to his guts. Zeus fought Zaric when he hurt Dabria. For years, he didn't even talk with his own wolf. I know it just sounds so similar. But they are different." Helenora added in a low

Matilda was able to recall Ruth’s ramblings to her as she basked in her capture and told me everything she could. The war of Zena’s visions will be against the Rising Star Pack and the far north covens. Whether White Forest is with or against me is to be decided. “Oh, how is your friend, the little one from the bakery?” Phillipe asked and my mind was broken away from its wandering. I sipped my drink blithely. “Enjoying life with her mate I believe. Beta Tange, do you know him at all?” My tone was cold, why bother pretending to get along with someone as vile as him. He and Ruth made quite the pair of lunatics.

Lucien muttered without looking back, voice carrying on the evening breeze, almost a threat, almost a promise. “And you’ll thank me,” Zaria whispered, voice low, almost a taunt, as she watched him through narrowed eyes. Her own heart pounded in a rhythm that matched the shards’ hum, each pulse a dangerous reminder that they were bound together—by will, by duty, by desire, and by the war that was coming.

“Depends on what kind. Chatura only has one friend, and her name is Rani. Besides, there is too much of an age gap for the two of you to become friends. It’s already weird enough to have a friend two decades older than you. It’s weirder if they are female on top of that. I think you have enough girls hovering around you. If you add Chatura to that list, you would be known as a shameless man who accepts any female into your harem from eight to eighty.” Eight? Zen was about to retort, but when Damian started singing about strawberry ice cream in the same way Yelena sometimes did in her native tongue, he realised what the cyborg was referring to. “There is no harem!” Zen quickly denied and punc

I feel him bite my neck and my walls strangle his cock as my second orgasm rattles my body. "Bite me," I hear him moan softly and I lean up and bite his neck hard. I instantly felt his climax causing me to sigh in pleasure. Zurac grins at me and kisses me softly, he rests his forehead on mine and tells me he loves me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him more as he lay on his side pulling me to himself. As we are laying there we hear feet running up then down the stairs before a loud crash sounded throughout the house. Zurac grunted and quickly dressed and I did the same. We both headed downstairs and I paused momentarily seeing a toddler with chestnut hair standing in the middle