Arcane X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

The orgasm he had commanded out of me had been devastating, ripping through me with such force that I had bitten my own wrist to keep from crying out loud enough for Aunt Dolores or the other sisters to hear. The golden scar low on my belly glowed faintly beneath the thin nightdress, a warm, living pulse that matched the frantic beat of my heart. I pressed both palms over it, trying desperately to smother the heat, but the moment my skin made contact the warmth only spread lower, blooming between my legs like an answering flame. My breath hitched. This scar, the one Drake had sealed with his dragon scale after that botched theft, had never behaved like ordinary flesh. Tonight it felt alive w

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She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

Where does that leave me now, besides sitting in my dining room, with five men who are far from human, supposedly? “Wait, so let me get this straight, you Damen are a hybrid angel and fae and Prince of the Netherworld? Sam is the King of vampires in North America? Max is the Alpha King of werewolves of North America, and I am mated to the three of you, is that correct,” I shook my head in disbelief and questioned. “Maybe it would be better if I show you. Are you okay with that my dear,” Damen asked. “I am ready when you are,” I said with slight sarcasm in my expression and tone.

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

Then her eyes settle on Mathias and her face pales at his rage. I know what she’s going to do a second before it happens. I think Xander and Devin see it, too. They both let go of Mathias and reach for her. “I, Arya Vetger, Delta of the Blue Crescent Pack, reject you, Devin Laoch, Gamma of the Artemis Pack, and you, Xander Hawthorne, Delta of the Artemis Pack, as my mates.” Devin and Xander crumple to their knees, clutching their chests. Arya begins to fall, but she is caught by Mathias. A feral grin spreads across his face as he looks down at Xander and Devin, clutching each other in their pain.

I glanced at him; he was running his hands through his hair, shifting from one foot to another, like a crazed man. “No shit brother, how can all three of us be mated to one little she-wolf?” Xander stood with his hands on his hips looking just as perplexed as I felt. “You dumb shit! Did your spirit animals call out to her?” I asked while still trying to take air into my lungs. I felt like I was having a panic attack. “Because Arcas did.” “Well no, but her scent…” “What did you smell?” I cut off Xander. “Vanilla. We both smelled vanilla.” Tobias supplied.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

He wore a simple, dark charcoal Henley and black tactical trousers, but the refined clothing did absolutely nothing to mask the overwhelming, predatory violence radiating from his every step. His crimson eyes locked onto me the second he crossed the threshold. The Mate bond flared—a localized, invisible electric arc that violently connected my sternum to his. The collar instantly warmed in warning, and I ruthlessly shoved my emotions down, erecting an impenetrable firewall of absolute apathy. "Leave us, Elara," Xander commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. "Alpha," the Healer stammered, keeping her eyes on the floor. "Her physical trauma is severe. The burns

"Ten hunters. One vampire prince. One Sun Elf. And a goth girl who taps her fingers like a countdown." I paused. The wand's glow flickered as pain shot through my side. I winced, frozen ink blurring before stabilizing. "Jaxon looked at me tonight and saw a flame. He doesn't realize he's the one who provided the tinder. He looked at me with a hunger he used to reserve for his conquests, but now it's flavored with bitter ash of regret. Alaric sees a political asset. A queen for a chessboard he's been playing for centuries. Riven? Riven sees a debt. But who does Aurel see?"