Romans & histoires Fated, Forsaken, Fierce

The one which has a double-petaled bloom and with a radiant blue colour. His stomach tightens as his eyes scan through them, he has to act fast before the forsaken gets in. He finally saw the one he was looking for and he quickly plucked it out. As he came outside of the cave and started to walk away, one of the forsaken gripped him by his neck. He struggled to free himself from the forsaken hold, but it seems the forsaken was stronger than he is because he couldn’t even shift at this point. He felt the tip of the forsaken claws tingling on his neck. His heart thudded in his chest. There’s no way he is going to escape this, he thought.But he continues struggling from the forsaken.

“Two forbidden creatures, bound by moon and blood, King of fur and fang, king of night and flood. When hatred’s blade meets desire’s cruel kiss, The thread awakens what fate cannot dismiss. Reject the call and the world shall crack wide, An ancient hunger wakes, no place left to hide. The Devourer rises, devours all light, Empires fall to eternal night. But if they yield and seal the mate’s true claim, Moon and blood become one flame. Werewolf and vampire, hand in bloodied hand, Forge alliance where once only graves spanned. The most powerful force this realm has known, Rulers of a new age, on a united throne.”

The words were a ragged whisper, torn from a throat tight with fear. The approaching footsteps were heavy, deliberate. They stopped right in front of me. A wave of pure, unadulterated rage washed over me, so thick and hot it felt like I was standing too close to a fire. It was an Alpha aura, but different from before. This wasn't about dominance; it was about annihilation. The fear of death made my entire body tremble violently. Even Fenris fell silent, shrinking back into the dark recesses of my mind, his joyous howl extinguished by the reality of our mate's hatred.

And it was soon when he felt the same grip over it. I can be tough, I can be strong But with you, it's not like that at all There's a boy (girl) that gives a shit Behind this wall, you just walk through it And I remember all those crazy things you said You left them running through my head You're always there, you're everywhere But right now, I wish you were here All those crazy things we did Didn't think about it, just went with it You're always there, you're everywhere But right now, I wish you were here

She asked him. “No,” he dropped his eyes back to the notepad. “But I don’t like boyfriend,” it was muttered. “De facto?” She suggested. He grimaced. “So hippy.” She sighed out a breath and turned back to her page. “Fated mate?” “What the f–k is a fated mate?” He demanded. “What are we, dogs?” “It is a term they use in certain romance genres to describe a relationship between two people where destiny draws them irresistibly together.”

There was something between us, something I didn’t understand and was afraid to confront. Kaivan took my hand in his, his touch warm and grounding. “In our world,” he said slowly, carefully, “there’s a concept called ‘fated mates.’ It’s more than just love, more than attraction. It’s a bond that’s written in the stars, preordained by forces far beyond our control.” I blinked, trying to wrap my mind around what he was saying. “Fated mates?” “Yes.” His grip on my hand tightened slightly, as if he were afraid I might pull away. “It means that you and I… we were meant to be together. It’s a connection that’s unbreakable, a bond that ties our souls together.”

You could have cost us our fated! A sinking feeling sat within my belly. I hoped my wolf was wrong. I would need to process all the information I had learned. I knew that. Ignoring it was never going to help. All this had taught me that. But, first we needed to fix this. I could not lose Seren. Not now. Not after everything. Like they say, the Moon Goddess chooses a fated mate for a reason. I cannot simply let mine slip away...

“That’s what you did, isn’t it? Look where that fucking got you!” He doesn’t answer, just tilts his head as the chains rattle above him faintly. “You flinch when they talk about fate,” he says after a long pause. “But you don’t look away. That’s how I know you’re dangerous. You’re not broken—you’re sharpening.” That word—fate—tastes like poison in my mouth. It used to mean something holy. Now, it means rot in silk robes. He shifts in the dark, his shackles creaking. “Most of the ones they keep down here either beg or go quiet. You? You bleed like it’s a message. You look at your own wounds like they’re scripture. I’ve seen witches carve themselves for less.”

Sobs tear from my throat. Then, a new voice begins to recite, an elderly woman’s voice, cracked and ancient: “From a union veiled in sin, under moonless sky and firelight breath, was born the child of two worlds—claw and scale, blood and ash. Neither beast nor wyrm, yet bound by both, he shall walk the line where no path was ever meant. In love, he shall find ruin. In devotion, death shall stir. For when he claims his fated one, fate shall strike:

But it’s Alliana’s shrill sounds cutting through the fantasy I’m trying to create and I pull out of her. “FUCK” I roar and feel my wolf break through, we need to fucking run and get the hell away from this she-wolf.