Anti Cupid Novels & Stories

,the answer to your questions are simple Laura is a human with a very complicated story I don't want to rush the whole mating stuffs with her and the members of your pack better keep their mouth shut and lips sealed tight I don't want them poking their nose into my business" "Why get mad at them none of it were lies you call yourselves mates yet you act like highschool children in love" "That's the most interesting type of love you apply the push AND pull" "Really? So I guess you are applying the push for now" "Correct" "I hope you push her into the arms of a handsome, wealthy and healthy young man and let's see out it plays out Romeo" "Mind your business cupid" "Cupid?" "You didn't like the

"Forwarded by: Compu-Cupid To: Valentine Holiday Hi there. My name is Cora, and according to Compu-Cupid, we're a perfect match. I'd love to meet you and talk, maybe over coffee. Let me know if that's okay with you. (By the way, love the photo. The strategically placed hearts are very cute.)"

My fate has started with an arrow, I guess it would only be fitting to end my fate with an arrow too only if I choose to plunge it in, pierce it on my chest, just like Aeon has suggested it. I am a cupid, surely, nothing bad will happen to me. I felt the tip of the arrow and gasped as the pointed end scraped my finger, drawing out blood. I tightened my grip at the arrow and took a deep breath as I aligned it by my chest before forcing it in with my other hand. I turned my head so I am looking at them only to see Caelum’s stormy eyes staring back at me, confused. He stopped laughing with the girl and it seems that she finally noticed it too.

He releases my hand and takes a step back as if repulsed by my presence. My heart clenches at this, but I don’t know how to process it. Serena isn’t being very cooperative at the moment. “It’s done,” he mutters sharply, avoiding my gaze. “All hail Luna Verena.” A roar of approval erupts from the crowd, a cacophony of howls and cheers. Everyone comes to congratulate me as the new Luna of the pack, and I plaster a smile on my face, keeping my expression composed while a storm brews inside me.

He didn’t want anyone who was going to be a problem to him or going to counter what he said. He wanted to get it over with. They sealed their fate as mate for life and everyone cheered. When Ace wanted to leave, his father pulled him back. “You can’t leave. This ceremony is for you. You have to wait until everyone else has congratulated you!” Ace gritted his teeth in further rage. Ace had to sit down beside his Luna giving fake smiles. When he had had enough, he proceeded to get up. “Where are you going?” Mariana asked. Ace wanted to slap her mouth shut.

So, I have come to realize that nothing can change their minds and also I don’t have any evidence to prove my innocence. My last name is now Thompson because in our kind, there is no wedding ceremony like humans. The mating ceremony is the only ritual we have to follow to bind us with our mates. Jacob and I had completed our mating ceremony before the coronation ceremony, so by rule, I am still his mate although he is no more. If I go by the human world’s rule then I am his widow. A widow who didn’t get to participate in the last rights of her mate.

My phone kept buzzing as congratulations poured in. I replied to friends and family on autopilot, saying that the wedding was canceled. I was also ready to return every wedding gift, one by one. Then, a new notification popped up on my social feed. Elena had posted a close-up photo of two hands tightly intertwined, fingers locked. The caption read, 'Julian's scent is the most comforting thing in the world.' Julian replied underneath with a hugging emoji. I stared at the bruises circling her wrist in the photo and suddenly laughed out loud.

"This is Healer Maren. She specializes in supernatural contamination." The woman stepped forward. She was middle-aged with silver streaks in her dark hair and eyes that seemed to see everything. "We need to run a definitive test," she said without introduction. "What kind of test?" "Silver tonic," she replied, pulling a small silver cup from her bag. "True supernatural contamination reacts violently to pure silver." "Violently how?" "Burns the throat. Causes internal damage. Sometimes… death." I stared at the cup she was filling with clear liquid. It steamed slightly, and I could smell the metallic scent.

Riven lit a candle with a snap of his fingers, Kael placed a heavy tome in front of me. The cover was embossed with a symbol—the same jagged shape that now marked my wrist. I traced it with my fingertip. “What does it mean?” “It’s the sigil of the Crimson Court,” Riven said. “A kingdom lost to time. And you, Aria… you’re its last heir.” I stared at him. “That’s not possible." “If I’m connected to this Crimson Queen,” I said slowly, “then why now? Why the mark? Why the spell?”

Ann and I hid behind the wall, not wanting to be seen by any of them. You probably think that we are misusing our powers. Well, until that "time" Selene always talks about comes, we might as well use these powers to do some fun and good. I peeked again to see Ethan and Marcel apologising to each other, with Ethan unknowingly carrying one of Marcel's books. The first arrow has been shot by the cupid. Now the rest I leave to you, Aphrodite. I hope my plan works. ****** Marcel I glanced at my schedule as I left my art class.