Novel & Cerita Fanfic Outlander

"We shall be great friends. Talya mentioned you a time or two. Running a bear clan is long, exhausting business. Keeping my mate satisfied, more so. Even though I couldn't verbally communicate with you before, I could have brought someone along to interpret. I ask your forgiveness that I never took the time to visit you." For so many years no one touched me. Now I have more touch than I'm sure what to do with. I tentatively return the embrace. She lets me go, grabs my hand and speaks again before I can answer. "Let's walk and we will talk about what has our mates so upset." I sigh and walk beside her, enjoying the contact of hands. Friends. First Mandy and now this woman. Mating Tyboll has m

If there was anything Faiz was worried about, then it was probably the mate relation. Amelia already has a mate, Damian, the new emperor of the Lycan Kingdom. Since the result of the test was concealed already, everything was undercover for now, maybe no one would be able to know a single thing about their relationship. But...both Amelia and Damian belong to each other, no matter who comes in between them and for how many years they are separated, there would come a day when she would no longer be able to hide it. But Faiz no longer wanted to be bothered by the issue that hasn't resurfaced yet, so until things starts to stir, she would wait in the dark.

Elara felt a pang of disappointment, realizing how dull it would be if she killed Fiona so quickly. "Are you finished?" Elara asked as Fiona paused to catch her breath. Elara glanced at Elijah, sensing he was still alive but close to losing too much blood if he didn't get help soon. "How does it feel to have hurt your fated mate? And are you even a real lycan? Why are you out of breath already?" Elara's sarcastic tone cut through the tension, her eyes locking onto Fiona, who was struggling to breathe. "Are you underestimating me!? Remember, you're not a true lycan yet!" Fiona screamed, bolting out of the room. Elara frowned, realizing Fiona intended to keep playing this game of cat and mouse

Vera leaned against the railing, Raven speaking in low tones, and she laughed softly at something he said. Something had changed between them. I could feel it, and I finally made my decision. That day, I was the last one in the hall that evening. I finished transcribing the survey records, stacked the scrolls, set down my pen. On impulse, I checked Vera's feed. A photo from the south. Night banquet. Raven held his cup over hers, letting a single drop of his blood fall into her glass. A gesture of the highest recognition a clan lord could offer, a gift of his own essence.