Celia Ravensvale was in mourning of her Husband's fatal, tragic death. She meets a rather ravishing, tall, handsome man who goes by the name of Reaver. Heyo! This is a story about a character I just made from the top of my head and Reaver. Based around the game of Fable 3. Enjoy! WARNING: There may be a few sexual...
This story is on my fanfiction.net account: ObsessedFableFreak (as linked somewhere on this story). Basically, it's ReaverxFem!Hero of Brightwall. How Cliche! But is this story going to go the way everyone thinks it will?... Maybe, maybe not. You'll have to read to find out!
A girl who is a spy for the resistance is in charge of keeping an eye on the king Logan and his left hand man reaver but when two men like the same girl what happens will she fall for one of them or continue her mission (for fable gamers by the blue siren
"What the hell?" she exhaled. "Or heaven if you're good" said a familiar voice from behind her. She turned slowly, fully knowing who she was turning to face. His face was dark with some deep need that was etched in his voice and eyes. "I see you've found my little...chamber" he said taking a few steps towards her...
After many years of being alive, several hundred in fact, Reaver finds himself at a stand still of life in which he decides to come into proper contact with the Queen of Albion. It does not take him long to feel a form of attachment to the Queen and she too is feeling for him, and yet everything is not what i may seem...