Claim Of A Story Novels & Stories

Gideon looked so proud of himself for coaxing it out of me, his own expression softening into something so sweet it made my heart ache. "There she is," he whispered. "There's my Rebecca." I sat with that for a moment, letting his words settle into the quiet between us. The warmth of his hand around mine. The stillness of the room. Outside, the palace hummed with its usual noise, but in here, it was just us. Then I let out a breath and looked at him properly. "Gideon." "Hm?" "The Queen said I could claim it," I said slowly, turning the words over like I was testing their weight. "That it's mine by law. By birthright."

Plus I can’t really let my filthy rich mate lose his money, no ? ** NOTE TO THE READERS- DETAILS ABOUT THE ORIGINAL DANCE FIGHT HAVE BEEN MENTIONED IN THE PARENT STORY “CLAIMED BY FIVE MATES ?” YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT IF YOU ARE INTERESTED TO KNOW MORE FOR CURIOSITY SAKE. HOWEVER, NOT READING ABOUT IT WILL NOT DISTURB THE FLOW OF THIS STORY. SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! **

My warriors attacked, destroying a whole lot of things. I bet his warriors were already all over the place even though I could tell that they never saw this coming, they clashed and fiercely. "Is this what you want for your pack? I will ruin it and just like I claimed the lock heart pack and blood moon pack altogether, I will claim yours. You don't want to do this Alpha Xander Tevaro." I spat.

My mother leaned closer to the bed‑me, lips moving around words I couldn’t hear but could feel in my bones: Please come back. The ink‑cords dug into my skin, playing at being an embrace instead of a trap. “DO NOT THROW AWAY YOUR OWN NARRATIVE,” the Admin said. “YOU OF ALL COMPONENTS SHOULD VALUE STORY. THIS IS YOURS.” It sounded almost sincere. Almost. I swallowed hard. Because the thing was— I *did* want it. Desperately. The simple obscenity of a normal morning. The satisfaction of a book in my hands with my name on it that wasn’t a game log. Corvin across from me in crappy café lighting, making fun of my vampire jokes.

The Royal Crimson Bar lived up to its reputation. Creatures of the night and humans mingled as they raised their drinks to the air and danced to the beat of the bustling music. The night hasn't yet reached its peak but humans flocked to this place without regard to the safety code the World Government established to protect them from the creatures of the night. Fifty years ago, the world dramatically changed after a phenomenon struck it with the revelation that the creatures of the night really exist and not some type of fiction that could be read in novels.

Allain glared at him. "Do you or do you not accept the claims?" Elizah asked, sitting like the King he was. "I do not," Allain's jaw twitched in fury as he asserted. "Very well," Elizah stated and then beckoned for someone to come forward. The person who stepped forward was Allain's personal advisor. He testified against Allain and claimed how he would ask him to abduct women he lusted after. It didn't matter if they were married or barely an adult. He would never bother to control his lust. Some of his personal maids also testified against him. They claimed he would do as he pleases with them.

“I am here to deliver the claiming release confirmation and the official mate termination agreement to Dorian Blackthorn.” Dorian’s wolf froze in his chest. This was not a mark release. It was a claiming release. Vivienne had never been marked. She had only been claimed, a bond that could be terminated at any time. Seraphina’s mark, however, would remain in his wolf soul forever.

I continued, my tone lowering slightly. A pause settled between us as I reached the most important part of the story. “Something serious enough to break whatever loyalty they had,” I said quietly. Khira’s voice dropped a little as she asked, “What kind of something?” I let out a small breath, shaking my head slightly. “That part is not fully clear even now,” I admitted. “But what is clear,” I continued, looking directly at her again, “is that they turned on each other.” Her grip on the revolver loosened slightly, not enough to be careless, but enough to show she was listening more than she was threatening now.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

I said, stopping at the edge of the bar. He didn't look up as he poured a glass, the liquid splashing over the rim. He downed it in one go, the burn of the alcohol doing nothing to douse the fire in his eyes. “There’s nothing to talk about, Alex.” “I’m sorry,” I started, the words feeling like ash in my mouth. I tried to find a way to justify it. “I was out of it. The stress of the jewel, the move to the island... I wasn't thinking. And when I realized he was... that he hadn't been claimed before—”