Fluttershy X Rarity Novels & Stories

When Pytryck, who flew Ylys, finally stopped mating her, I collapsed beside Skylar on the ground. “Holy shit,” she said, panting as hard as I was. She’d turned her head to look at me. “Is that what it will be like when Cyryl rises to mate?” ‘It will be more powerful,’ Cyryl says, including me in her response. I’m beginning to wonder if that will become more common after Bynjym flies her. I still don’t hear her all the time, but as she gets older, it seems to be easier for her to make me hear her.

Both nodded, probably too busy and distracted by the Adrian problem to notice she was sneaking away with her crush. “So if it isn’t Adrian… then who is it?” Scarlett asked when the bus had disappeared down the road. “He’s like us but he’s not like us. He’s something…” Riley shuddered. “You know there are other types of shifters, right?” “Right.” Scarlett nodded. “But they are rare and outnumbered—”

“If it’s only satisfying or worse, mediocre, he feels that too.” Iris and Collins laugh. “Titan and I as well,” Iris tells them. “Mates are very important. Fated mates make you stronger. Chosen mates are fine, but not as good as the fated ones.” “She has killed,” Daniel tells them. “About 50 mermaids.” “I think you got more than I did that night, but I have killed more than a few,” Iris tells them. Huck and Sawyer narrow their eyes. “Mermaids, Siren, Vampires, Faeries, and Witches are real. Not all shifters are wolves. There are cats, bears, foxes, and dragons, but they are very, very rare,” Collins tells them.

They would chase one another through the underbrush, their figures weaving a tapestry of movement, and Aria, invigorated by their untamed spirit, reveled in the joy and freedom they embodied. In this delicate dance of friendship, she dedicated herself to learning their names and personalities. Akira, the strong gray male, radiated a protective nature, always vigilant, a quiet guardian watching over her. Luna, the sleek black female, was a bundle of playful energy, her exuberance often instigating wild chases, while Zephyr, a mischievous young gray male, was renowned for his daring escapades, darting off into the woods, exploring the boundaries of their territory with boundless curiosity.

Freya seemed hesitant, but suddenly began to shift, her form contorting until, a frown etched onto my face knowing all this time I hadn't seen my own mate's wolf. My eyes however marveled seeing what resembled white fur showing on my mate. By the time my mate was finished shifting I was left mesmerized and in awe, my Freya was a beautiful pure white wolf, one of the rarest wolf's known to have been blessed a thousand times by the moon-goddess.

Raymond yelled, panic creeping into his voice as the wind began to come at them. I struggled to rein in the wind, but it was too late. The gusts swept us up and I watched in shock as Raymond and Fiona’s hair... Wig. Raymond had a perfectly even blend of silver and black hair. Fiona had more silver strands to silver. There was only one species who were gifted with Silver hair. “Silver Shade pack,” I muttered under my breath. There was a blend of black. Twilight Ridge. It was not hard to connect the dots. Lily was the silvershade princess who became Marcus’s slave, whom he confessed to be his mate. My eyes darkened with rage.

Your mother decided that to have a spur of the moment bar b que - Cahir I see Tylania in the background, which means Cahir is outside. I watch Aisling run by in a tiny tank top and pair of shorts. That girl is going to be the death of me. I look down as my phone vibrates, but a flash of purple catches my eye. Not only did I damn near swallow my tongue, but Caturix, my Lycan, whipped his head up to look through my eyes. The girl is breathtakingly gorgeous. She is a few inches shorter than Aisling, so around 5’5”, with long black hair having streaks of purple and red flowing through it. I cannot help but stare at her eyes when she turns to face the computer screen. They are the most mesmerizin

I read out loud and Alexandria hummed, listening to every bit of what I was saying. “A hybrid with a silver orb, they are extremely rare breeds that are very powerful and gifted by the moon goddess, These silver-eyed hybrids are said to have undergone so many tribulations and trials and even rejection from their first chance mate. As a result of the rejection and everything they have been through, the moon goddesses decided to gift them a second chance mate, knowing that they have potentials that can only be reached if they mate with their second chance mate.” I paused trying to comprehend what I've just read out loud.

Or was she a member of the night wing pack itself. He watched her glide into the room, looking much more beautiful than any of the Women who were present. She wore No make up, but she was stunning, all natural and glowing. They all looked at her, green with envy. “Is she a Luna princess? I didn’t get her name in the book.“ The Beta who was announcing. Liam rose a brow at her wondering who exactly she was. “No she isn’t.” A female voice said. Liam turned and saw it was Luna Rachel. “She is a slave with traitor blood.”

“Yes. But why do you want me? I-I'm just a lowly shifter after being stripped of the right as Luna of Starsmoon.” “Dylan was a fool. It's his loss for not seeing how special you are.” “Special? Me? You must be wrong.” She gazed up, puzzled at my words. "I cannot be wrong. Believe me, Cherry. You got special charm in your eyes, and that comes along with special ability." "I don't understand." She shook her head. "That doesn't mean anything." "Your wolf has silver, white fur, right?" I pursued the clue after she nodded.