Ferel Heart Novels & Stories

His father was relieved, without knowing that his beloved son was deceiving him. Lester smiled evilly inside. “I will make her give birth to my child. This old man would not have the heart to kill the mother of his grandchild,” he said in his mind. ******** The morning sun shone on the chapel with its gentle light. White flowers adorn the whole place, making the place so beautiful. The people of the Melanchthon kingdom were so happy to celebrate the wedding of their beloved king.

"What do you mean, not the one we expected?" Damien's voice carried a controlled tension that reminded me of every previous crisis this family had weathered, the particular stillness he retreated into whenever circumstances threatened to spiral beyond his careful management. "The test confirms Eleanor Marsh shares genetic material with your family," Griffith said carefully, "but the relationship isn't paternal. She's not your half-sister, Damien. The markers suggest something else entirely — a match consistent with being your aunt, rather than your sibling."

ADA's voice chimed in, "I'm detecting some anomalies in the tunnel's infrastructure. It looks like... Ah, wait. I've found something." "What is it?" Dr. Kim asked. ADA's response was immediate. "It appears to be a hidden server room. And there's a message encoded in the system. It reads: 'Project Elysium: Initiate Protocol 7'." Dr. Kim's eyes locked onto Andrea's, a look of determination in her gaze. "This could be the break we need to take down the organization." Dr. Kim's eyes sparkled with determination. "Let's dig deeper into Project Elysium. ADA, can you hack into the system and gather more information?"

They were dark, wet, and held a mix of surprise and a strange, powerful acknowledgment. Elara could only shake her head, a small, jerky motion against the pillow. It wasn't pain anymore. It was a stunning, powerful connection, a frantic rush of relief and raw intimacy. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, demanding the complete, profound weight of him.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

Mira closed her eyes and let him hold her, her face pressed against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear. She didn't say the words. But she felt them—burning in her chest, pressing against her ribs, demanding to be set free. I love you too. God help me, I love you too.

I pulled Ethan into my arms and whispered reassurance. Ethan was born with a congenital heart condition, so the slightest emotional distress could be fatal. Yet, there was an incident today. I examined Ethan from head to toe. Only when I was certain he hadn’t been hurt and was no longer in shock did I heave relief. “Silas, how could you be so vile? “I can’t believe you hurt my baby girl!” Andrew shot me an accusatory look, his gaze burning with rage. His loud voice attracted a crowd.

I had woken up in there thinking it was just another great appointment as a scientist. Wow, Elara. What an idiot you are. The thought settled into me slowly like cold water rising. Thump! Thump! The sound caught my attention. I directed my ear close to it. Fenrir's heartbeat was there underneath all of it. Though it was heavier than a human heartbeat, and deeper with weight. This was the heartbeat of an Alpha. I pressed my cheek into his chest because it was the only real thing left. My eyes closed. Suddenly, I felt a pinch from his claw.

“He’s next—don’t let him slink away!” Taryn raises Elara’s fragment, its lunar light flaring, his voice strained. “Lena, the relic’s in the fortress’s core—a living heart, tied to Elara’s blood, yours, and mine. I bound it, for him. Strike it, but beware—it’s sentient.” His aura flickers, guilt raw, and I snarl, claws itching to tear, but Cassia’s life holds me back.

ACE I was furious, my heart was beating so fast it was a miracle that it couldn't be heard from the gate. No one speaks to Aella that way, no one is allowed to talk about her. They don't know what it took me to bring her here, they don't know how much I hated sharing her with humans.