روايات وقصص ضمن Astoria: Fate's Kiss

“Yes, but in Lia’s case, it is complicated. The crest she wears can block others from sensing her wolf. Since the two of you have been around each other enough, even if she isn’t wearing the crest, the signs might not be noticeable. Fated mates are now rare, and some might even walk past their fated mate without ever realizing it. Some have even died because they met their fated mate but never knew it.” “You said a year, but I have known Lia for over six years. If we were fated to each other, wouldn’t she have gone into heat sooner?” I glanced at Silica for a split second before focusing on dodging through traffic. “Even if you two had met then, it wouldn’t have made a difference. You are ol

Her eyes looked at me as if she was trying looking straight into my soul. Lilac’s other hand moved to cup the other side of my face. She leaned closer to me and placed her lips against mine. I was stunned at first, but then I was jolted out of it. Her lips moved tentatively as if testing this kiss out. It was soft and sweet but filled with so much raw emotion. Her forehead rested against mine once our kiss broke. Those gorgeous eyes of hers were a little brighter now. “I’m thankful to fate for this bond between us,” she whispered as if we were in our own little bubble. “I, Lilac Williams, accept you, Niccolò Vittori, as my fated mate and bonded.”

Her hands moved to touch her lips. “He kissed me, and I kissed him back,” she kept muttering to herself as she walked to her room like she was in a trance. She took off her heels and crawled into bed, her hands still on her lips. She wondered if she would be able to get any sleep that night because every time she closed her eyes, the kiss kept replaying in her head. After twisting and turning for two hours, she finally fell asleep. *********** Ivy was seated at the bar all alone. After much convincing from Charlotte, she agreed to come, but Char had bailed on her last-minute. Her aunt was home, and she wanted to spend some time with her before she leaves town the next day.

all of them waiting for midnight for a chance to find out if, finally, they will find their fated soulmates. “Guys!” I heard Asteria look around and stand up to greet four girls and a guy... “Family, these are Zane´s friends,” Asteria said tenderly, while locking eyes with her mate. “Lilith, Ashina, Louve, Naia, and Boris...” Asteria said, and then she looked around. “Mattie and Iris... my older brother and the King of All, and my cousin, and his mate... twisted.. I know, yet legal...” she said, and Iris laughed.

Her scent, that cloyingly sweet stardew fragrance unique to the line of Fate, assaulted my senses, making me want to retch. I clenched my fists, closed my eyes, and, as if enduring torture, brushed my lips against Cassia's. In that brief contact, I felt no joy, only a deep sense of wrongness and guilt. My mind was flooded with uncontrollable images of starlit nights, of Elara shyly standing on her tiptoes to give me a surprise kiss, then running away blushing, leaving behind a faint, clean scent of herbs. That was our first kiss. "The ceremony is complete! Congratulations to you both on becoming eternal divine partners under the witness of the laws of the Styx. May the divine bloodline prosp

However, he swiftly regained his composure, the storm light reflecting in his eyes as if mirroring the tumult within. Without further words, Thorian pulled Ashley towards him, their proximity closing the gap between them. The charged atmosphere crackled as their lips met, the storm outside echoing the turbulent emotions that had been veiled for too long. The kiss, an amalgamation of longing, frustration, and unspoken desires, unfolded with a passionate intensity that seemed to bridge the gap between denial and acceptance.

He clears his throat, and his gaze focuses on me. “A gold wolf? I remember reading about those. So you come from royalty?” I barely move my head up and down, not sure where he’s going with all of this. Aston stands up and moves away from me. He places his hands behind his back and starts to pace. My heart is beating wildly, and my skin is beginning to feel clammy. “So my fated mate has royal blood and is a rare wolf.” Aston stops moving and hurries over to me. He kneels in front of me and takes hold of my hands. “Fuck! I’m a blessed man to have you by my side.” I swear I almost miss his words because of how loud my heart beats. “I know that things can get dangerous for you if people find out

Alastor resumed his advance on her once more, licking his lips as he stalked closer, barely giving a wince at his wounds, gaze never faltering. Without thinking, Proserpina took a step back, internally debating if she should summon the dagger back into her palm. If she can't paralyze him, she'll slow him down at least with a hit on the leg, this time. As if sensing her thoughts, Alastor said: “I believe I've earned the right to be in your company– as well a kiss from you.” Despite herself, Proserpina made a sudden sound of frustration, “As if you'd be satisfied with a simple kiss?!” she snapped, “You expected to have sex with me and for the last forsaking time, it will not happen–!”

The illusion ends as Asteria and Poseidon dive under the blood red waves and disappear. I turn to look at Fate, and she nods her head. “Asteria is the one you truly fear.” I say to her and she nods her head and I sigh. “Can you change the bonds you created by mistake?” I ask her, and she shakes her head. “No, well, I could try, but if Selene couldn’t fix them, then I can’t. Whose bond did I supposedly mess with?” I shift back and stand tall as she looks up from the floor.

Blood trickled between my fingers, but the pain was nothing compared to the searing rage in my chest. She humiliated me in front of nobles, allies, enemies, even my own betas. They saw me—Alpha Jonathan Hornets—get silenced by a woman who once begged for recognition, to be commander. And now she stood above me, radiant, proud, untouchable. That could not stand. My door creaked open. Astoria stepped inside like a shadow given form. Her pale blue dress shimmered faintly beneath the candlelight, but her eyes—those eyes—were colder than winter storms. She studied the mess on the floor with mild interest before her gaze locked onto my bleeding hand.