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Feral Love Chapter Ten 'Ahead'NinkSkoir
Hello everyone! I am finally updating this story! *fist pump*
I have been working on an Alternative beginning of 'Feral Love' and if you love this one you should definitely give that one a read! (Many more cannon characters!)
Little recap of what happened in the last chapter if you don't remember: Rimkaur came back to her senses, she is expecting and Azog got his arm back.
"Eternal" by Evanescence
Rimkaur gave the crumbling fortress a last look.
"Come." Azog's hand extended grasping her fingers softly.
"I want to remember this place." The young woman let a smirk quirk her lips as her mate's face went blank. Will she hold what he did to her here against him..?
"We conceived our child here." Rim placed her palm into his, giving him a fond yet mischievous look.
She was pulled up in one big swoop and held as if she was a child herself. The woman tilted her face upwards... The white warg snorted, her golden eyes gave her masters' a stare, before her entire frame shuddered.
Shadow of the Moon: Chapter 17ZathrasRevenge
*Be warned for those who don’t like violence, this is a fight filled chapter*
“Moon Trance” Lindsey Stirling
The elves were sprinting down the corridor after the Orcess. Ithildae came to a twisting stone staircase, leading straight up. She took several steps a stride, turning around the central pillar as the elves stormed up behind her. The scent of outside air carried to her nose, the outer gate was near.
She rounded on the oncoming elf, planting a firm kick on the armored chest of the leading guard. The momentum sent him sprawling back onto his companion. They tumbled down with cries of surprise. Ithildae did not stay to gloat. She was sprinting to the door, pulling up the mask on her hood.
Light peaked its way through the edges of the large wooden gate, the Orcess yanked open the iron handle and burst out onto the rocky outcropping. A tree grew at the tip of the outcrop, standing far higher than the fores
'Where your loyalties lie'NinkSkoir
The mountains in the distance were covered in the first snows. Morning mists enveloped the range, snaking it's tentacles down into Langvell River valley. Maronna made it's way slowly through the brush, her eyes peeled for the reeds she required for her basket. Her lengthy straw blond hair were plaited into two thick braids down her back. A sudden gust of chilled October wind forced her to pull the sides of her bright yellow cloak closer together. She sighed in irritation at quickly deteriorating temperatures. But the cold also made her remember something. The young woman began daydreaming about her gorgeous crocus-yellow winter gown, rimmed with Snow White fur. She will look very fetching in it. A contented smirk surfaced on her fair features, perhaps it will even make Cather make up his mind quicker.
"There you are." She breathed a sigh of relief her eyes landing onto the reeds she searched for. The young woman had no desire to venture any further into the forest.
Before she could get
Azog x Reader: Chapter Eight Chapter Eighttjlockwood
You sobbed yourself to sleep that night, silent cries wracking your entire body. So what if he sees me, he is a monster and I hate him you conclude before dozing off.
You wake up and go to move only to find yourself in a warm embrace. You go ridged, not wanting to wake up your captor. You then remember the lead and you slowly move out of his bear hug and sit on the side of the bed, your tear-stained face sore from being nuzzled up against Azog’s chest. “Morning Pet,” you jump, taking a moment to register that it was Azog speaking.
“Good morning Azog. Did you sleep well?” you reply, more out of courtesy than curiosity.
“I did. Did you?” he replies lazily.
“Yes, thankyou,” was all you had to say.
You feel the bed move as Azog gets up and walks over to you and unties the leash from around the bedhead. You stand up and stretch, yawning as you do so. You watch as Azog puts on his boots and motions for yo