Romans & histoires Asriel Vore

“From creatures that don’t exist anymore. Fae. Older beings. Magic that predates what we use now.” My chest tightens. “What kind of bond?” Her eyes flick back to Nyxara. Then back to me. “A soul bond.” Silence crashes into the room. “A what?” I ask, my voice quieter now—but far more dangerous. “It’s rare. Extremely rare. And from what I understand…” she hesitates briefly, then continues, “it links two beings on a level deeper than physical connection or mating bonds. It ties power. Strength. Life force.” My grip tightens at my sides.

~ARIEL~ I was finally back at home with Ashton's family after several grueling days spent with the Soul Keepers, during which I was constantly bombarded with their relentless orders and directives. I was exhausted from the constant demands. Being forced to endure their presence, witnessing Ashton and Hazel together every moment—it all drained me emotionally and physically. It felt as though life harbored a deep resentment against me, possibly justified given the lies I had spoken to Ashton and his family—the people who had warmly embraced me into their lives, offering genuine kindness and trust despite my deceit.

“Just… biology. Chemicals.” Her reflection in the vanity mirror disagreed. Bruises bloomed along her collarbone, twin crescents glowing faintly at her pulse. The bond hummed low in her gut, a satisfied purr. “Shut up,” she hissed, slapping the mirror. The glass cracked, fracturing her face. She’d known better. Known him—Asher Voss, heir to the Shadowmoon pack, Selene’s polished weapon. But the bond had claws, sinking deeper every time he’d growled “mine”, every time she’d arched into his—

Doreen decided to go and help but the tables turned around and they ended up insulting her. Every time she remembers that incident, she finds herself laughing though that time it was not a laughing matter. "What again?" Ariel asked. "I have stayed in my lane, why not stay in yours and leave me alone," she added. "Eat," he didn't reply but said a different thing. "I'm not hungry, I don't have the appetite," "I also don't have an appetite, that balances everything so let's have breakfast," he suggested sitting on the bed beside her. "What do you want from me? Why do you like playing with my mind?"

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

It accepts him. Like he belongs here so thoroughly the earth doesn’t bother reacting. I don’t like how much that registers. “I know who you are,” he says. “That makes one of us.” His mouth twitches. Not a smile. A decision. “Ashton Ashborne,” he says. “Crown heir of the Northern Packs.” Of course he is. The name fits him—old, heavy, built to last through wars. I nod once. “Vaelira.” His gaze sharpens—not recognition. Interest. The kind that weighs consequences and proceeds

He stopped directly before her. “Princess Alessia of Solaris,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I am Ravion Vesper Noctis.” Alessia’s heartbeat thundered. Ravion’s gaze swept over her, analyzing every breath, every posture, every flicker of Lux around her. Then—a faint smirk curved his lips. “So,” he murmured, “you are the girl I’m supposed to defeat.” Kael stepped sharply between them. Ravion raised an eyebrow. “Ah. The wounded shadow-keeper.”

“Sorry, luv. I didn’t mean to be such an arse about it.” Creighton clears his throat and moves towards a large table. “All bantering aside, why are you two here?” Azazel puffs out a breath and moves towards the table with a loose stride. “I’m here because my mate is the siphon that Marael is using to end the world.” My stomach tightens at his words. Even though I know that I’m the siphon, it still pains me to hear it. Azazel must notice my discomfort because he extends his hand towards me and gives me a gentle smile.

He was studying Eros and the baby all long to notice something. “You gave her your life force!” Azriel panicked, looking at him because he had gone crazy. “I shared it with her, dummy.” Eros replied, taking the child out his arms into his own, not caring that it was bloody. “Are you crazy? She’s cursed!” Azriel yelled at him. Eros saw red at his statement, it felt unjust hearing that coming from Azriel’s mouth. “She’s different, Just like me!” He defended her. Azriel was shocked, clearly his brother has lost his goddamn mind. He tied his soul with Lord Ambrose’s daughter?

KAI I woke to white light and deep pain spreading through my body. My shoulder was wrapped tightly, and the first clear thought that came through the fog of whatever they had given me for the pain was Elias. Not my aunt. Not my father. Not even the wound, though it hurt badly enough to make my eyes water when I tried to move. Elias. His name came first. I lay there in a paper gown, staring at the ceiling, a tube taped to the back of my hand.