Coeur Al'aran Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she said clearly, “I’m here to unveil the truth about my supposed mate’s relationship with another woman.” Gasps echoed again. Arielle lifted her hand, revealing the glowing moonstone. Its light shimmered, and suddenly, a vision flickered to life above it — a vivid, moving image for all to see. In the glowing projection, Arnold and Aurora were locked in each other’s arms, lips meeting in a desperate kiss. Aurora’s voice was soft but sharp. “I can’t believe you’re marrying that wretch,” she whispered against his lips. “Who cares, it was the Moon Goddess who chose Arielle not me,” Arnold said breathlessly.

’ My jaw slightly tightened as I stopped for a minute and glanced back only to watch her disappear into the corridor, small and uncertain, her head turning once as though searching for me. I didn’t give her the comfort of a long glance. Comfort was a luxury I couldn’t afford to give her. Not here.. Not anywhere.. Still, when Ronan’s eyes lingered on her longer than I liked, taking note of every fragile line of her body, my hand twitched, Zorak growled Ronan’s eyes found mine, his smile was thin, and carved like a knife. “Newlywed life suits you, my dear cousin.. Alaric. I don’t remember you ever carrying anyone before. That must be a first.”

he roared, his voice echoing through the room. Arnou quickly pushed Lillian away, his face flushed with guilt. "Daniel...it's not what it looks like," he stammered, his voice laced with regret. Daniel's anger was palpable as he marched towards Arnou. "You're doing a damn poor job as an Alpha!" he spat, his voice filled with venom. "Your mate is suffering, and here you are, kissing your ex-fiancée." Arnou winced at Daniel's words, realizing the truth in his harsh criticism. He had been neglecting Daciana, his true mate, consumed by the chaos of his position. The guilt washed over him, threatening to drown him in a torrent of remorse.

Aurelia has been Zephyron's best friend since they got admitted into Blackridge Academy; she has feelings for him, but he only sees her as his best friend. Aurelia watched as Zephyron's girlfriend constantly broke up with him countless times. It hurt her every time because she was always there to comfort him. His tears broke her, and each time she hoped he would see her love for him, but Zeph never did. To him, she remained a shoulder to cry on. Then one day, Zeph and Lyra broke up for real. Lyra transferred schools because of him. Aurelia played her role well this time and eventually, he saw that she loved him. He agreed to court her, but to him she was a distraction from his ex. A

Blood immediately dripped between his fingers onto the floor. But Eugene barely noticed. His entire focus stayed locked on the dance floor. On Arnold’s hands touching Irene. On Irene leaning closer to him naturally. Comfortably. Like she belonged there. Hatred darkened Eugene’s gaze so intensely it almost felt physical. And then, Arnold looked directly at him. The Lycan Alpha raised one eyebrow slowly. A smirk spread lazily across his mouth. Then deliberately, deliberately, he pulled Irene even closer against his body and rested his chin against her shoulder while holding Eugene’s stare.

I said I caressed her cheek. She blushed. “Lala – no-one’s ever called me that.” I cupped her cheek. “You’re my Lala.” She kissed my palm. “And you’re my Aralo.” I raised an eyebrow. “Aralo?” “Mhmm! Aragon and Angelo combined,” she smiled. “I like it,” Aragon growled in appreciation in my mind. “Hmm, I like it, and so does he,” I informed. “Will we only be able to hear each other’s thoughts when we mate? Heck, can we even mate?” she checked.

Like, right now, there’s a low thrum in my core, and I’m not sure if it’s Cillian’s stupidly sensitive anatomy or my fangirl brain short-circuiting over being in my favorite ship. Cillian and Ardyn. Cillian and Lord Kaelen. Cillian and that rogue thief, Zane. Oh god, I know every steamy scene by heart, and now I’m supposed to live them? A creak snaps me out of my spiral. The library door swings open, and my stomach flips. It’s him. Prince Ardyn, all six-foot-something of golden-haired, broad-shouldered glory. His velvet doublet hugs his chest like it’s jealous, and his emerald eyes lock onto me...er, Cillian...like I’m prey.

She sighed into me, her body relaxing, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside me. She was mine. For now. --- Elowen’s POV The warmth of Alaric’s kiss lingered long after he pulled away, leaving me breathless and flushed. I sipped my coffee, trying to focus on anything but the way he made me feel. Every touch, every word from him seemed to sink deeper into my heart, tying me closer to him. But then, there was the nagging echo of Ranon’s and Theron’s warnings. Their words had been circling in my mind like a storm cloud, casting doubt where I didn’t want it to be. Could Alaric really be hiding something?

Aarin’s eyes narrowed. “Because she’s not a weapon. She’s not your key. She’s not your prophecy.” He glared at Darian with a fire that wasn’t human. “She’s mine.” Darian let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Oh, cousin. That attachment will ruin you.” Before Aarin could respond, Alina convulsed so violently the whole bed shook. Her back arched off the metal surface, her mouth opening in a silent cry as her eyes rolled back—white, glowing faintly.

“Miss Ara is asking me to come with her for a walk.” “I’ll come with her instead.” “Yes, Sir.” Czar left them alone. Ara twisted her head towards Vanluke. When their eyes met Ara couldn’t take it back. She watched her own reflection in his grayish eyes. She wondered what it would be like to see that pair of beautiful foreign eyes every morning when she wakes up. Imagine his attention only pointing at her. Wouldn’t that be so fantastic? “Why are you staring so intently?” “I’m imagining what it would be like to see your eyes every morning of my life.”