Fated To My Forbidden Vampire Novels & Stories

Anisha was looking her family enjoying, Viren hugged her and asked :" What are you thinking ?" "Sometimes, its seems like a dream. I mean, I can't belive I have a family. I have you , our children , now grand children. I am so happy and content in my life. I used to think , I will die alone but you came into my life as an angel and changed my life beautifully. Thank you for coming in my life ". "It's not me, it's fate Anisha. After all , you are my fated wife. You are written in my fate ": He said kissing her forehead.

"With vampires, it's less usual. More complex." I wrapped my arms around my legs, yanking them to me. "How? He studied me for a very long time before he spoke. "Vampires don't have some goddess controlling our fates. We don't have destined mates like the wolves do." He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "We choose. But when a vampire truly claims someone, it's…it's forever. Our instincts, our soul—what we still possess—attach to that individual in a way nothing can break."

His voice dropped to a growl that sent chills straight to my core. “Mine.” The word hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. In that moment, everything changed. I wasn’t just a lost girl anymore. I was his mate. The rules, whatever they were, didn’t matter anymore.

I hissed. With one swift move, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. A heartbeat passed, and he rose above me, his lips stretched by a menacing grin. “You want to know your future? I can tell you exactly what will happen. In four days, your weak body will be placed on the altar. Haizea will summon the Dark Demon, and I will watch you bleed for me.” A grim chuckle slipped through his lips. “You will bleed until your last drop.”

“I dare you, Justin. I dare you to humiliate me like this.” “Did you hear a word of what I just said?” Justin’s tone was steady and calm, but it held weight. “Marissa is my fated mate. I can’t marry someone else.” “I don’t care!” Wendy exploded, her eyes flaming with disbelief. “I don’t care if she’s your soul bond, your divine link, your celestial destiny—I don’t give a damn! She’s a werewolf, Justin! She’s not me! She doesn’t have what I have! She doesn’t belong in our world!”

Fated to Fall ________________________________________ Lora’s POV “I never wanted this.” Before I could stop them, the words were out of my mouth and I could not hide the sting in my voice. With my fate now in Revan, the Alpha of the Stormfang Pack, my hands were shaking. The weight of the circumstances was crushing me, and the tension between us felt as though it were an invisible power. The intensity of the air around us caused shivers in my body.

When they settled, my gaze returned to my screen. She could've waited for me! I put away my phone and remained unnaturally still grieving my sense of loss. But I never was a quitter. If the Lycan territories must know freedom, then I needed to think of a way to make her mine. There had to be a way. The goddess wasn't being fair. She was vastly aware of how much I needed and prayed for my mate but she permitted her to marry another man. The next slide brought me instantly stunned by my Louboutins. A son?

"Only people who have no purpose in life are unhappy. I have a goal." "You mean you want to avenge the death of your parents?" "Not! I have no desire to avenge their deaths. They died because of their duty. Instead, I want to free myself from this curse. I promised myself I would return to being fully human and eliminate these demons." "But are all demons evil?" asked Rain. "I mean, not all vampires are bad, and not all werewolves are bad, maybe?"

It was my uncle's birthday gifts that we found waiting for us inside our rooms the night of my sixteenth birthday. I've had many females ever since of course, humans, and she-wolves especially. Despite the law that bans copulation between shifters and vampires, I kept Delilah, the vampire that I visited once in a while whenever I was in the mood to purge the demon that I knew only raw, animalistic sex could exorcize. 'As long as you know it ends the day you find your mate, then have fun.'

Maybe if I had all of my memories, I would feel angrier, but that's a circle I’m unwilling to talk myself round right now. “I want you to drink this.” Starling hisses as she picks up the small vial of blood off the table; when I give her a questioning look, she just shoves the small vial into my hand. “A fated mating is nothing but blood magic; the mark is just a sigil. This is Faythe’s blood; drink it and it should start the process enough to connect you to her and maybe, just maybe, break the dark spell put on you.” I glance down at the small vail just as Connor opens the door; the second I smell the panic on the enforcer in the hall, I know I have no choice. I pop the cork with my thumb a