Fates Entwined Her Stolen Memories Novels & Stories

I whispered into his ear, drinking in the little sparks his fingertips trailed down my spine. “It means…I have to tell you something.” Laid in bed together, face-flushed and pulse racing I doubted anything he had anything in his locker that could take away this moment. “Okay then, let’s hear it.” “I did go to see the Fates. Before I met you. Freya hated hers and I wanted to see what the big deal was.” Despite being held in his arms under the warmth of the blankets I shuddered thinking of what Padgett had told me about doomed mate bonds. “What did she say?”

Fate obviously had another story, albeit a cruel one, because she was not part of it. Carolina dug her nails into her palms, using the sting to hold back the tears that threatened to fill her eyes. She didn't want to ruin their last chance to be together, alone with him, to be human, to be selfish. When the messenger delivered Xavier Westwood's message about her cousin's whereabouts like a lost twin, Carolina knew that her time was up, but she still wanted a few more hours with him, just one last memory to take with her before she had to leave him.

When I woke up the next morning, I was a bit startled. During my sleep I had forgotten all about going out to the bar. It could've all just been a very vivid dream. The dull throb in my head told me last night had been real, but it wasn't anything that would take away my ability to function. Then I realized I was in his shirt. There was a second's worth of panic when I looked around. Maybe this guy wasn't just like I remembered. Maybe he left me with the tab for this room. I scanned around for my clothes. I didn't want to get caught in nothing but his shirt. Maybe he was out looking for a conquest and made off with my clothes as a trophy.

****** Angela did not realize that Vincent had remembered his lost memory, and it made his heart suffer even more. ******

I rasped, panting. “I'm sorry, Aiden. I don't know who you are now, and we need you to come back.” Maya snapped her fingers, and my eyes dimmed once more. “Mark, we need a little help here.” I heard Ellen say it before I passed out. My eyelids opened slowly as I came awake. I struggled to move my hands, but I realised it was bound with chains. I groaned as I attempted to tug it off, but it was useless since the chains tightened with each movement I made.

I could only hope this plan worked as I licked gently along the mate mark I had created once more. Marking your fated mate is meant to be emotional. Amazing. Loving. Memorable. But, sadly, this time, there was no tenderness and care in this one like there had been the first one. Aria would not even remember it, and that made my heart ache once more. Lost to the moon along with the rest of the memories we had shared. But, my memories were still in tact, and my mind filled with images of that special night… the smile upon that beautiful face of hers as she had pulled me to her… knowing she was forever mine… both so clueless of what was to come…

**The Fate of Elder Thorne** Caden sat alone in his dimly lit chambers, the flickering shadows of the candlelight dancing across the ancient stone walls like restless spirits. Each flame crackled softly, casting an ever-changing mosaic of light and shadow, and it filled the air with a faint, acrid scent of melted wax. His mind was a heavy tapestry woven with the threads of past decisions, each moment replayed countless times, each decision a weight that seemed to grow heavier with every accumulating hour. The memories twisted in his thoughts, echoing with regret—times when his pride was like a blazing fire, consuming everything in its path, overshadowing the cherished relationships that had

I added, the words dripping with malice. Memories of our past life flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but think of how she had thrown away her chance at being alpha, too busy indulging in her affair with my husband. Larissa's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of fear. But then, her expression hardened, and she took a step closer to me. "You'll pay for this, Sapphire," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "You'll pay for stealing everything from me."

The scent of pine and safety. The woman inhales, and the memory *tears* free. --- **The Unraveling** The temple shudders. Eden collapses, a raw scream shredding his throat as the stolen memory carves a new scar-a jagged fissure down his spine. The mirrors shatter, the false Edens swarming, their hands clawed and hungry. The storm erupts, a maelstrom of lightning and rot, but the woman dances through it, unharmed.

“Rowan… talk to me. What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I have,” she said, voice raw. “Or… something worse.” Her eyes glistened. “Mistara did a flame-memory… I saw him. The second Dragonheart… as a baby. There were two… two babies, both marked like Dragonhearts, but one was taken by… by someone dark.” She shivered. “Mistara says… we’re linked, Kai. Not just linked. He’s… he’s the other half. And I…” She broke off, staring at the floor. “I don’t even know what I am anymore.”