روايات وقصص ضمن Fated, Forsaken, Fierce

Fashion Blast, backyard area “You’re f**cking crazy, Jo!!” Vika snapped out at her partner who is busy strokes his hair desperately now. “Vika!!! What do you expect me to do at her??!! Huh!!!” He shouted back at her. “She’s my best friend!! And I can’t sell her off because of some advantages!! Even though it was Robert who summons it!!” “You know how this world works, Jo. Love, friendship, loyalty… those kinds of shits are never existing in this business. They only care about how to be better and get more from others. Okay? So, clear out your mind and beg her to follow your wish…”

I searched until I found the scrolls on fated mates. Fated bonds are rare, powerful, and dangerous. They can strengthen an Alpha, or destroy him completely. My wolf stirred inside me. Claim her. She’s ours. “No,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my jaw. “She’s an omega. The pack will never accept it. She’ll be used against me. Coward, my wolf growled.

Everything felt so fragile like one wrong word would send us both spiraling into chaos. “Aiden...” I began, my voice barely a whisper. “I don’t understand why this is happening. Why fate would... tie us together like this.” His eyes darkened, and I could see the storm brewing just beneath the surface. “Because fate is cruel,” he said, his voice low and filled with bitterness. “It’s given me a mate I don’t want. A mate I despise.” His words cut deep, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I don’t want this either,” I said quietly. “I didn’t ask for it.”

Time. “Marked by silence, yet born of thunder— the child who was denied her name shall carve it into fate.” My breath stills. “The beast that sleeps beneath unclaimed skin does not lack— it waits.” A tremor runs through my fingers. “She shall wander where she does not belong, rejected by blood, unnamed by bond— yet every path she walks shall bend toward her becoming.” My chest tightens. “What is severed shall not be lost— for some bonds do not break…

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.

He glanced at me once—cold, detached—before his lips curled. “I won’t mark Quinn. I’d rather die.” “If you force me, I’ll sire a dozen pups outside this pack—and let her raise them all.” The elder by the fireplace—Gregory, Caleb’s grandfather and the former Alpha—froze. His hand trembled as he lifted a third cane high. “What is wrong with Quinn?” His voice shook the chamber. “She is loyal, pure, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. How is she any less than the she-wolves you crawl to at night?”

She betrayed me which is what I don't like her. To say that I was angry was an understatement. I was livid, totally disappointed and disgusted at the moon goddess For what she had done. The moon Goddess doesn't care about me or my pack. She was a selfish woman who cared about her own selfish interests. I don't want to be close to her because she doesn't have someone like me. I just want to be with Zara and my child.

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

Wolves raced around, some trying to protect, some trying to flee. And in the center of it all, two massive creatures tore through the heart of the pack. At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. They were monstrous things, hairless and twisted, their hulking forms towering at least ten feet tall. Their black eyes glinted like polished obsidian, soulless and cold. Forsaken. Forsaken had gotten through our borders. How the fuck had this happened? The forsaken moved with an eerie, unnatural precision, as if they weren’t just beasts but twisted mockeries of the wolves they had once been. Their hairless, grotesque forms towered over the chaos; their black eyes gleaming with nothing but hollo

“OATH OF FALLEN WILL RISE AND START TO RAMPAGE.” “THE LIFE AND DEATH HOLDER’S LIFE WILL CLAIM.” “AND THE CLIMATE WILL GO ROUGH.” “BLOOD CONTAMINATES THE WATER.” “DESPERATION WILL BE THE SMELL OF WIND.” “THE HARVESTRY OF LIFE WILL BE IN DESTRUCTION YER.” “UNKINDLED THE FLAME AND BREAK THE SINNERS’ BIN.” “DARKNESS WILL SUCKS THE LIGHTS.” “AFRAID NOT, THE CHILD OF PROPECY WILL LIFT.”