Fatal Series Novels & Stories

“Not rogues with luck.” Lefu leaned forward. “And the girl?” Rowan blinked, then nodded once, understanding. “Chelsea… was a girl, whatever else she did. She’s dead.” He swallowed, voice thinning. “Hemorrhage. Internal tearing. The healers were good; it was beyond them.” Silence. Even Balor’s scowl softened by a fraction. There would be judgment later. In the war room there was only arithmetic: facts stacked into patterns. Osiris dragged a hand down his face. “And the pup,” he said—carefully, as if stepping on glass.

Right? “Fucking calm your tits Rin. Come on, let’s get cleaned up and air out the room. So, no one has any actual proof to fucking gossip about what we really did in here for the next fucking ten years,” Lexus spoke as he sat up and then dead lifted Azrin to get them both out of the nest and into his private bathroom. Yep, he died. Right after his first sexual encounter with his alpha. Well, at least it was a memorable way to go. “And you call me a fucking Drama queen,”

His tongue touches mine, and I feel like I'm on fire, consumed by him. "Alec," I murmur against his lips. He draws back, eyelids heavy, his gaze drinking me in. "We're meant to be together." I melt against him, my fingers twisting in his shirt. If it weren't for his arm around my back, I would collapse. "I know," I whisper. "It's destiny." His throat rolls with a swallow. "I need to tell you something. It's serious." "What?" There's a loud bang, and I jerk.

I just lost it in that moment. “WHAT KIND OF MEDICAL INSTITUTION IS THIS? YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT BROUGHT HER TO THE HOSPITAL, YOU WON'T TELL ME HOW TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HER, TALKING ABOUT HOSPITAL POLICY AND ALL THAT, WELL I CALL BULLSHIT!” “Brian, calm down-" “Don't tell me to calm down Phil, this doesn't make any sense. This was my only chance to find her man. My only chance.”

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

“I’m an atheist, so I’m not afraid of spirits. Get the hell away from me!” I laughed hysterically, and this resulted in some wind in the basement. Then, I whispered in his ear, “You aren’t afraid? But why did you pee your pants?” Some yellow liquid had trickled down his legs. It spread across the floor as he crawled on it. “Arla, is it you? You bitch! You’re annoying even though you’re dead. You can’t scare me!” I flew up to him and smiled until I shed bloody tears. “If I annoyed you so much, why did you try to win me over back then?”

"And then... it all went wrong." Seeing that she didn't want to talk, he didn't press her further. They walked in silence for a while, the forest around them alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. Daphne's mind drifted back to everything that had happened, to Seraphina's betrayal. A fierce determination burned within her. She vowed to make herself stronger and come back to take revenge. ******* Seraphina's heart pounded in her chest as she paced back and forth, her boots clicking against the cold marble floor. The tension in the air could be felt even from meters away.

"He is dead, Alpha.” I have once met this man named Sebastian. He is also one of the few trusted subordinates of Calix that is why to hear about his sudden death did not sound good. In fact, I wonder. Werewolves don't die in natural deaths, most especially not in accidents. So, there must be one reason why he died—he was killed. "Who killed him?" Calix's tone sound so silent and lethal, I felt like he is ready to burn the culprit alive for killing his subordinate. Of course, Calix is not dumb. By now he surely has an idea why Sebastian was killed. It must be to provoke him.

even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

There's no way I'm ever leaving with him again while he's angry. “I’m sick in the head, Keila,” Sebastian claims. It's the kind of tone that doesn't hold a single hint of disguise. A voice of despair. A voice of agony. It's not the same tone I used to hear every time he promises not to hurt me again, but a sincere despair. “I’m mentally unstable. Crazy…insane…demented. I'm sick in the head, Keila. I'm clinically diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. My whole family knows that, including Jordan. A sociopath you might want to call.”