Dasht E Maat Novels & Stories

He folds his hands behind his head then leans backwards into the grass watching the clouds go by. “My Mate? What if she is my mate and she just didn’t see it yet?” Ezra looks questioning over to his friend who is trying to stay as calm and relaxed as he can. “Believe me Ez, if she was your Mate, you would know. It hits you and all out of a sudden only she matters to you. Everything and everyone else becomes unimportant. You see the World in a different light. She is what keeps you breathing even when you feel like there is nothing left to live for… Her pure existence keeps your world from falling apart.” Nero closes his eyes to keep himself from falling apart.

I wasn’t here to start a fight but I needed to see him, to look him in the eye, and to know for certain if the enemy I was hunting was sitting right in front of me all along. At the gates, I didn’t bother to knock. I pushed them open with one hand, letting the metal creak loud into the quiet night. I did it to let him know I was here and let him wonder why. By the time I reached the front steps, the door opened. Mathias stood there, he wasn’t dressed in council robes but in simple clothes, as if he were any ordinary wolf. His eyes, though, they were sharp, and calculating. “Alpha Graham,” he said, voice smooth. “What brings you to my door at this hour?”

Something strange and addictive rushed through me. “You need to stay here, Eila.” I stared at his half-open lips. Thoughts I didn’t want flooded my head as I lost my breath. I whispered in pain, “I know you feel it too, Marcus… You’re my mate.” I shook my head, not believing what I heard from my own mouth. He glared at me, deadly serious. “Stop spitting nonsense.” “You don’t believe me?” I shoved him hard enough to slip away, but before I reached the door, Marcus caught me, pinning me against the wall.

I’m too busy stealing glances at Jace and the red-headed woman, trying to decipher what their relationship is. “Something interesting happened at The Mate Matchmaking Bureau a few days ago.” My date wins my interest with that sentence, and my attention snaps to his face. “Oh yeah?” "Uh-huh," Von May Bite grins. “Alpha Lucifer, someone who has been missing for twenty years, suddenly appeared in their matchmaking systems, which is super creepy. The guy is thought to be dead.”

‘Finally,’ Artemis was beaming with happiness after knowing the full name of his mate. ‘Caroline Sarah Haysbert.’ He was trying to search for anyone with this name and with a picture of his mate over the internet, but surprisingly, he couldn’t find anyone. ‘And there I thought that once I will get to know about her, then I can find out everything about her.’ He mentally cursed at his stupidity. “Artemis, take my pictures at this place too.” He heard his mate’s voice, who was giving a pose in front of the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao.

And once he understood that she was the heart of their connection, he mirrored that love in every action. The night held a delicate beauty, filled with promise and tranquility. A soft breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying the perfume of wildflowers and fresh earth. Liam took another deep breath, a wave of anticipation rising within him, knowing that this night would shape their futures. He was determined to stand by Niylah’s side, supporting her as she embraced her new role, proud to call her his mate.

Dax had always had a bad temper; he would not stand idly by when he knew that Darryl's wife was murdered. Matteo smiled when he looked at Dax's raised axe, and he said casually, "Useless thing! How dare you challenge me?" He raised his hand gently, and intense energy emerged from Matteo's body. Bang! Matteo's palm movement might have looked casual, but it landed precisely on the axe. A loud sound was heard, and Dax could feel intense energy before it pushed him backward. Then he spouted a mouthful of blood. Dax was a level five Martial Saint, and he was about to be upgraded to a Martial Emperor. However, he could not even defend a single attack from Matteo.

~Tilly POV~ “Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.

"What are you talking about? What prophecy?" Darren gestured to the seat before him but instead of doing what he wanted, I crossed my hands in defiance, my feet glued to the sleek tile floor that glimmered in the fluorescent lamp. Darren shrugged before pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "From the shards of a broken soul, will come a cry of desperation, tears of sorrow will water the earth, her tears will call on the rain, in the depths of her sorrow, a new wolf will be forged in the gloomy light of the blood moon."

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.