Finder Series Fanfic Novels & Stories

Michael's back straitened. "...your mind will be destroyed. Miss Calvin will be placed in eternal servitude in one of the dungeon dreamscapes. Your mother and the girl Lucy will be killed since they have been affected by your power." Michael clenched his fist and lashed out with his will. The man stopped speaking as his throne was tossed backwards by a massive blow.

"They're closer than we anticipated." A shiver ran down my spine at his words, the reality of our situation crashing over me like a wave. Xander's hand found mine, his grip firm and reassuring. "We'll be ready," he said, his voice steady and confident. As the scout left to deliver the news to the others, I closed my eyes, trying to center myself. Suddenly, a vision flashed before me—images of the other Starfire, their power radiating like a dark sun. I saw their intentions, their determination to break our bond, and the fear that they might succeed gripped me.

In his mind, allowing me the bond was already a sacrifice. He thought I should be grateful— eager to accept whatever terms he set. But this time… he miscalculated. Because now— he might want to complete the mate bond. But I no longer wanted to be his Luna. I nodded lightly. “There’s no need for all this trouble. We’re no longer bound. You can just claim Serena.” I let my lips curl faintly. “Everyone here’s had too much to drink. What they really meant to ask is—when’s your bonding ceremony with Serena? After all, you already have a pup together.”

With a heavy heart, she turned away, her footsteps echoing through the forest as she sought answers to the questions that plagued her mind. As the night wore on, the four friends found themselves at a crossroads, their futures hanging in the balance as they navigated the treacherous waters of love, loyalty, and destiny. The discovery of Adrian and Seraphina's forbidden connection had ignited a spark that threatened to engulf both clans in a conflict that would forever alter the course of their intertwined destinies.

Especially when she tells me why she wrote that note. “Tristan has a red thread but it isn't linked to Megan. I usually try to ignore this kind of thing. Fate always sorts itself out after all. But I have a blue thread, the friendship one, linked to Megan. If she is fated to be my friend then I don't want her to suffer when I can prevent it.” I confirm her words and she insists they’re true. She wants to be friends with my sister? I thought she didn’t like Shifters?

I drag the scent of jasmine that fills my office, it burns all the way down, like I'm inhaling fire, heat fills my body most the south part especially. The heat is spreading, my muscles tighten, my heartbeat is kicking harder, faster and faster, the lighting in my office starts blaring, bleeding into the edges of my vision as red fills them. Three years of this hell. Since the year he left, my ruts stopped being biological cycles. They are no longer manageable, more temporary, and unpredictable now. Fenrir doesn't want release. He wants him, his scent, a ghost with jasmine on his skin. “Find him.” The voice of Femir slams through my skull, raw and feral.

“Then we will use it. An Alpha distracted is an Alpha ripe for ruin. Let them falter over their little bond while we sharpen our claws. When war comes, Melting Moon will already be broken.” Back in Melting Moon, Evandra lay awake long into the night, hand pressed to her chest where the bond thrummed painfully. Sage prowled, restless and yearning. Across the compound, Tristan stood at his window, staring into the darkness, feeling the same pull. Two wolves, two hearts, tied together—and tearing at the seams.

Chapter 39/ Epilogue Five years later Foxy’s POV It’s like my past is a dream. A dream of things that seem so distant from the life I’m living now. I can’t imagine living without Blair and our twin sons, Blade and Austin, and it looks like I finally found my happy ending. I love my little family, and Blair and I are happily mated.

The way his tongue licked every juice, and for his d*ck made more juice pump out. It was everything I’d dreamed of and more. Every night, I had gone to bed, desiring him. But beneath the euphoria, a nagging thought lingered. Arlene. My best friend. She’d be furious if she finds out. Hell, she might never forgive me. She’d never understand how much I was in love with her dad, and how badly I wanted him. To her, it was betrayal but for me, it was a dream come true. I bit my lip and shook my head. I’ll deal with that later. Right now, all I cared about was how good Jackson made me feel and how deeply I’d fallen for him.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.