Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions Novels & Stories

she asked him. Samson sighed deeply. "I was Young and crazy and impulsive" he said, "Always willing to try crazy and new things. Anyways, I met this guy who was a vampire. We became friends and when he finally told me what he was, I was intrigued. He made it sound so cool. So good to be true. As a human, when you first find out that vampires are real, you get caught up in the advantages of the whole thing. You get sucked up with the fact that it's a lot harder to die. You think it would be cool to have supernatural powers. You can mind control people and shit like that, but after a while, you start to see the disadvantages too. Like when you outlive the people you love. When you have to move

I hope it’s not into a place where drug addicts reside, or those gangsters or—oh gosh, me and my imagination. “What are we doing here in The Palace,” I asked, as we stop right in front of the four-story building. “You’ll see,” he replied but I didn’t bother to ask him another question, because I know that he will just ignore it anyway. Damn! When will this heart start to thump fast like I’m in a race, trying to run for the finish? I never like the idea of being attracted to someone else. I never like the idea of me being in love with someone else. But who am I to dictate my fate? Who am I to defy it? I believe that every person has their fate being planned since the beginning.

"Name one person in this room Fate has assisted, given a better life. All it has done is harm each and every one of us. Is that retribution for crimes that were out of our control, or are we just being used as pawns to put on a show for our dear Goddess? Either way, it's wrong. If the Moon Goddess can take away immortality when her chosen no longer deserve it, we can take away the dealer when it becomes evident the deck is rigged." "No," Annalise declared, eyes darkening. "I can't stand by that. I won't see you destroy yourself and everyone around you the way our parents did." "You think that lowly of her, really?" Rudi scoffed. "You think Maise has the twisted, sadistic mindset to do what y

yes…yes…Eric slid into her gently and they both moved to the rhythm…slowing and then moving in heated rhythm until they both climaxed. Sandra pulled the sheets up to cover her body while Eric just stroked her gently. She suddenly felt shy and did not want him gaming at her body. What had she done, she thought to herself how could she sleep with a man she barely knew oh no! There was no protection. She beat herself gazing in the opposite direction. Eric felt bad. He had promised he was not going to do anything that put pressure on her to make a decision. He knew he wanted her, not just for tonight. He got out of bed and put on his clothes. I will see myself out, he said as he walked towards t

Vorlyk took the gnarled hand into his and pulled Madayah onto his lap. He kissed the mutilated side of her face and ran his hand over the smooth side. His entire body relaxed when she leaned in and kissed him. Nicolas felt their love deep in his gut. He cared about Franklin, loved him for the wonderful person he was but could never give the vampire what he wanted. Nicolas hoped to someday find a she-wolf mate to share his life, and Franklin, his best friend, understood that. He often teased Nicolas that he, Franklin, would be the gay uncle to wolf pups. Nicolas's heart squeezed, and for the first time in months grief shadowed his thinking more than revenge.

He looked at me from head to toe and shook his head. “But Raven…” “I believe Fang, but even if he was wrong and somehow made a mistake, I am here, still, Brian, because I like- I like you. No, it is more. So now, it is your choice. Will you choose me and happiness, or deny the both?” I peered into his eyes and his eyes flickered away from mine. He was looking at everywhere but at me. “But Raven.. what if you have-” “What I want is this. My choice is you. You know, Vincys was right. Fated bonds are awesome, but to choose someone of your own accord, I think it is magical.”

But I catch a scent on the wind through the still open window. My heart seizes up in my fucking chest and elation quickly turns to dread. Impossible. The rogue is fucking dead. But I would know his scent anywhere. And we never found his body. Bale Fangman has returned and he’s come for my mate once more. I hate myself because I left my mate and the cub unprotected and all alone. I left the fucking front door wide open for the feral.

“I said fucking choose. Give birth to your twins, spend the next bit with your mate, and then you get to spend the rest of your life with your pups. OR…continue as you are. Your pup is already dying. I can smell it. Then you lose your pups, your mate, and your life. But you need to fucking choose now.” “Amy.” Ternen, Wendy and my mom all shouted at the same time. “I have one pack barely holding it together. I have another barely surviving. Rowan is on his way to bring medicine to save not only half the pack from wolfsbane poisoning but also my father. The council is on its way to eradicate everyone at the pack house, and you are here killing your pups, and yourself, because the goddess gave

I explained without giving too many details. I love Jonas, but he is a gossip. I haven’t gotten my wolf yet, so I haven’t been able to scent for my fated mate under the Blood Moon. Technically my fated mate could reject me if he found out I had been promiscuous prior to our bond. As of right now there hasn’t been any penetration but there has been plenty of oral and fingering. So if my fated mate is not Frankie and happens to be a prude and finds out I have been hot and heavy with Frankie, bye bye fated mate.

You corrupted the invitation. I stood in the flood of it and understood, at last, the whole of the lie I had been fighting my entire life. Fate was never the cage. Fate was a suggestion. The cage was what my kind had made of it, a thousand years of wolves too frightened of choosing to let each other choose. You may break it, the Goddess said. I will not stop you. I take no side in the affairs of ants. But know the price, so that you choose it with open eyes, as your mother chose your father.