Since Lyanna was stolen away she has been subjected to neglect and cruelty by the Horde. This left her constantly longing for home. Lyanna thought she'd perish without an ounce of light. Until she encounters the Frostwolf Clan. Freed from servitude she finds what she's been missing. Durotan...her soulmate. *Based on the 2016 film and the Warcraft Durotan Prequel novel* Durotan/OC

In an alternate reality where the Burning Legion claimed victory in the Battle for Mount Hyjal, the world is now threatened by a storm of fel-fire that would soon grow to consume the whole of Kalimdor. The dryad known as Lunara must do everything she can to ensure both her and her younger sister make it to the promised safety and serenity of the Emerald Dream.

What can surprise an experienced sorcerer? Someone who went through Hell not only metaphorically, but quite literally broke off the horns of demons? Someone who has lost everything that is possible to lose? Someone whose soul is so saturated with Fel and Void that it no longer differs from the demonic essence? Estos B'fod thought there was no such thing, but he was horribly wrong.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warcraft or any of its lore characters and settings. My own fanfiction stories for a WARCRAFT 4. Due to the community lockdown caused by the dreaded COVID-19, I was able to finish this story given that I am not currently working and thus is forced to stay at home all the time. WRITING STRUCTURE: My stories are NOT written in a typical novel form of writing.

A Tale of Grom Hellscream. Although Grom is dead, and Thrall works hard to rebuild the clans, Thrall still remembers his old friend.

After saving a Dwarf hunter from a large group of beasts in Stranglethorn Vale, Rhys, a female blood elf, meets him at the Salty Sailor in Booty Bay for a promised drink...and maybe a lot more.

When Azeroth is attacked by a Warband of creatures called Orcs the entire realm falls into an upheaval. As the other kingdoms prepare to wage war with these monsters to stop them there is one who thinks there could possibly be another way. The Princess Ravenna, sister to King Llane. Ravenna will do whatever it takes to save her people no matter what befalls her in the effort.

Inspired by a scene from the popular series Brooklyn Nine-Nine: Warchief Sylvanas Windrunner is frustrated and it is not because she and her wife are disagreeing over a math problem.

"Person B knowing they're undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they're bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out." -otpdisaster- Full Summary inside!

After their success against the Fel Horde, the Vanguard flees to Zangarmarsh, where they are recruited to fight against the naga draining the lakes. However, their plan takes a disastrous turn that leaves the group of adventurers lost and separated in an unfamiliar land. In the aftermath, one troll scout must decide between following orders or doing what he thinks is right.

More than a century after a love denied, a lonely half-elf adventurer is contacted by a person she thought lost. It would be so easy to continue hiding from the world, and running from her past, from pain...would she answer his call again? F x M troll/nelf hybrids. Set in the far future of Azeroth; very AU. 10 chapters

The Alliance has fractured. The mystical high elves have withdrawn themselves from the Alliance as well as Gilneas and Stromgarde, respectively. To make things worse, the orcs have revolted from their internment camps and has rallied under the banner of a new Warchief. It would seem another war is inevitable. But this time, it is the mortal races against the fiery shadow...

1943. Despite serious reverses the Nazi war machine remains strong and very much a threat. Now extending their reach to another world, the Allies must stop the Third Reich from reaching into a land already embroiled in conflict. On the ground, they must band together with new allies to defeat the Reich. With the fate of both worlds hanging in the balance, failure is not an option.

Poetry. Notes on Darkshore. Because the whole place is one big foreshadow. And Night Elves. Rating due to emo-ness and possible violent imagery if your imagination is really good.

"Lireesa Windrunner, third Ranger-General of Quel'Thalas was mother to four spirited and rambunctious children." During one of the rare days that the whole Windrunner clan is present at the family's spire, the Matriarch of the powerful family reflects on her children, her grandchildren, and her family as a whole.

In this sequel to Last Resort, the Compact has stood for fifteen years. In that time, Jaina and Sylvanas's relationship has transformed them from bitter enemies to stalwart lovers and the Horde and Alliance have closely followed suit. And yet, a shadowy conspiracy, a few well-timed assassinations, and a rising tide of war threatens to tear the world apart.

You're finally back in Orgrimmar, and the Champion of the Banshee Queen has been captured. But at the meeting with the Horde Council to decide how exactly he should die is underway. You're there to stand with Lor'themar, representative of the blood elves, but something's on your mind that has your attention elsewhere. And that thing is soon to become a reality.

In the midst of the cataclysm, a night and blood elf find themselves thrown together. Can they conquer their mutual hatred?

The war between orc and human has been fought as long as William Gabriel can remember. Charged with arranging supply lines, his families interests lie far from the battlefield. However, when a case of mistaken identity sees him kidnapped by the agents of Gul'dan he is forced to face the war. Trapped behind enemy lines, he must escape back to Stormwind, or die in the darkness.

Takes place in the current meta, within the weeks after Wrathion and Anduin reunite. Thanks to blizzard I had to do my best to write Anduin as a top lol. M/M, SMUT, NSFW, PWP, SLASH, ONESHOT

The night air was crisp on The Banshee's Wail. A large, bright full moon hung heavy in the sky, illuminating the sea around the beast of a boat, which sailed lazily across the calm waters towards land. A small outline of a tall mountain could be clearly seen in the distance. Not a sound could be heard as the crew slept their last night on the ship. The only soul awake on the ship w

Arthas and Frostmourne take a walk. Adult language.

After the Scourge divided Silvermoon neatly in two halves, the bloodelf Pollodariel has little reason to stay and fix things. But Sunstrider Isle and by extention the proud city of Silvermoon is proving hard to leave behind, either by free will or by manipulation. From Silvermoon to Zandalar and beyond, this is Pollodariel's story! Rated M, just to be sure.

Left under the supervision of the last black dragon left on Azeroth, Anduin Wrynn comes looking for safety from his enemies and leaves with more than he could have imagined. Same work/author as the one of the same name on Ao3 just wanted to share

Commissioned by ObeliskX. There were many horrors awaiting inside the Emerald Nightmare. Alexstrasza just didn't think she would find Ysera there. Rated M for strong adult themes and contains Futanari. NotSafeForWork.