Does Claggor X Reader Have A Happy Ending In Arcane?

Claudius has not had it easy when it comes to mates and love. He found his mate, only for him to die in his arms before he ever knew his name. Then, he allowed his heart to fall for another, only to be disappointed once again. Time went by, and Claudius thought he would never get a second chance mate. But one fateful day, he came across that beautiful scent again, the scent of a mate. That scent would belonged to an Alpha. An Alpha who refuses to accept Claudius because of what he is. A lowly dominant Delta 3, one who can't bear children and produce an heir. Claudius struggles, trying to win his Alpha's heart, only to be hurt over and over again... Little does Claudius know the Alpha is fighting his own battles within himself. He's fighting the bond, struggling to fight it as it grow stronger. But he's determined to fight it, knowing his pack wants a luna who can produce an heir. What the Alpha doesn't know is that with every day that passes that he fights the bond, Claudius is getting weaker, and it's killing him. Will the Alpha stop fighting the bond in time and accept Claudius? Or will it take Claudius' death to make him realize everything he wanted was right in front of him.

One night I had an unforgettable dream about my mate; my handsome, flawless and mesmerizing mate. Ever since that night I dream about him almost every night, but I forget what he looks like every morning. His name, species, hair color, and even his voice are things I can't recall, but what I can remember is how he makes me feel when his lips meet mine—complete and lost without him. And now, when I'm soon eighteen, and about to enroll in a new school, I'm hoping to find him—my beautiful mate.

Avena Slade who is born with the Nyxian blood is rejected by her supposed mate when she finally comes of age. She then moves back to her old Nation and there she finds out she has been given a second chance mate; the one boy she used to have the biggest crush on when she was a little girl. What happens when she learns her mate still has a bit of resentment from years ago against her and it affects them both? What happens when she learns of the tragic fate that awaits her and the real truth from years ago? And also when she becomes more determined to control her powers and discover her unique abilities. Will she accept him as her mate? Or will the mate reject her like the previous one because of her being a Nyxian blood? Will she uncover the truths from years ago? Will she be able to change the ugly fate that awaits her and her fated mate? Will she be able to master and find out her unique abilities? And will she be able to able to handle the betrayal that comes with all of that?

Calliope: All my life my parents have sheltered me and now I find out not only am I a damn fairy, I have been promised to some psycho Warlock who thinks he's a God among women. DId he really think I would just drop to my knees right then and there in the damn dining room? Why does he have to be so damn hot....maybe once couldn't hurt, I can always leave tomorrow. I will show him who the God is here, he will be begging for me. Alexander: Who the hell does she think she is? She should be so lucky to be my wife, like she is some prize. This whole arrangement is ridiculous, I am only marrying her for her kingdom why should i care? I have to admit I wouldn't have a bad time with just a 5 minutes alone with her, no strings attatched, the things we could get up to....I'll have her begging me to marry her then ill be the one to cast her aside. Either way I will be her undoing.

Princess Claire is the most beautiful, elegant and respected princess among all the seven princesses of Aither kingdom being the king's favourite earn her a lot of hatred but she couldn't care less as she dominate the palace. Falling into a trap one night she suddenly became fiancé to Prince Michael her 'Hansome Savior' but having to move to another Kingdom where she's the last and powerless among the other princesses, Princess Claire fought her way to the top trampling on her opponents and dominating her husband Kingdom. Prince Michael is the last prince of his kingdom with no interest in the throne unlike his three brothers he chose the business world but after an incident he became engaged to Princess Claire, they both have lot of misunderstanding especially about prince Michael first love who he can't seems to get over. He tried to change his fiancee thought about things and ended falling in love with her.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.