Fixation Novels & Stories

The man’s voice. Anchor. “What does that mean?” she whispered. The End responded carefully. ANCHOR IS A FIXED POINT OUTSIDE REWRITE ACCESS. Emma frowned. “…And I have one?” Silence. The reflections moved again. But slower now. Uncertain. The system was losing confidence. Emma took a shaky breath. “Then I hold it.” The End paused. RISK: HIGH INSTABILITY. Emma nodded. “I don’t care.” The reflections stopped completely. The space flickered violently.

Unclaimed did not mean empty; it meant waiting for ownership. Lucien read the next line as it appeared. “Convergence gate requires final relational stabilization.” His voice grew colder as the words spread across the surface. “Primary variables unresolved.” He looked from Sethis to Kaine, and the chamber seemed to hold its breath. Mae’s stomach twisted because she already knew what the system meant.

“This is a curse.” “How!?” I shouted. My voice cracked. I needed answers. Elder Cassian stepped forward, his face serious. “The one born beneath the Blood Eclipse bears two marks: A soul that burns its mate, and a bond that ends in death. Any Alpha who dares to claim her shall feel her fire with every touch. And if the bond is sealed, death will follow within a year… brought by her hand, her womb, or her power.” Elder Cassian spoke without stopping, and each word hit me like a stone.

“And identifying corrective action.” “I’m identifying stabilization points,” I corrected. A pause. “Define difference.” “Correction changes your system,” I said. “Stabilization supports what already exists.” Another pause. Then— “Proceed.” Permission again. Not control. Not submission. Choice. I moved carefully, reaching toward the fracture without forcing connection. Just enough presence to support the failing nodes. Not replacing their structure— Reinforcing it. “Selene,” Dominic said, “we’re seeing slight stabilization.” “Only local,” I replied.

I need to be firm. "How can I be happy if you are not with me? Alli, you are my happiness. I love you so much." Jester said his voice broke. He suddenly pulled me and hugged me. I tried to get out of his embrace but every time I struggled he only tightened his hug with me even more. Until I found myself hugging him back. I’ve been dreaming this for so long, his confession, his warmth. But I know that we need to stop. “I know in time you will finally accept that we were not meant for each other. That Rachel is the one meant for you. And Andrew is the one meant for me.” I said while still hugging him.

“The only way to fix it is to reestablish the mating bond.” “You mean…?” “Yes,” he said. “You have to bite your mate again.”

Ariane’s POV "What if we create a special bouquet to remember those beautiful moments?" Rani suggested, lifting a bunch of white lilies symbolizing purity and hope. I smiled, feeling a new spirit within me. "That’s a great idea, Rani. Let’s create something beautiful." We began to arrange the flowers with love, creating a bouquet that was not only visually stunning but also rich in meaning. Each flower we chose represented a memory we wanted to preserve, and when we finished, the bouquet looked like a colorful rainbow, a symbol of hope amidst sadness.

Wolf looked livid. Cassy still wasn't sure what she was going to do about Jackal. Deep down, I think that she kinda liked him but she didn't like how possessive he was. In reality, she hated commitment almost as much as I did, she just wouldn't admit it. She was always on the verge of getting serious with someone when she would find a flaw and end things over it.

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.

Walking slowly at first to make her stiff muscles relax after hours of sitting in a single position. He wasn't relieved one bit for a week. The situations were getting worst. Convincing Auclairs were harder especially when the fucking snitch wouldn't leave a clue of his existence. He struggled to keep track of all of his businesses at once and take care of Auclairs like childish toddlers. His frustration was testing his patience. As much as tense he would work throughout the day, the relaxed he would become at night.