Forever Mine Novels & Stories

“Witchcraft and werewolf blood don’t mix. That kind of power is unstable.” Riven gave her a grim look. “That’s the point. They don’t care. They’re building chaos.” Lyra looked between them all and then back to the map. “We need to hit them first. But not where they expect.” Elara raised a brow. “You have a place in mind?” “Yes.” Lyra’s voice was firm. “The Hollow Mines.” A long silence stretched. “The mines are cursed,” Arik said at last. “No one’s been down there in over ten years. Not since the collapse.”

Hearing this, relief washed over me, as my shoulders relaxed. “Thank you so much Zurien” I genuinely appreciated him. “You don't need to thank me,” he told me “I will always be there for you regardless. I gave him a small smile and nodded. “I heard what happened during your lectures” he said and gestured to my necklace. I touched it “Oh this, my mum gave it to me” I told him and asked “Do you know about the forever necklace” “It’s a custom made lover’s necklace,” he explained. “You can only buy it once in your lifetime, for your partner. That’s why it’s called a forever necklace. Your dad must have really loved your mum.”

It sent ripples of twilight energy through her fingers every time the stone beat against his ribs. “Leo can you hear them?” The boy did not look at her. His small hand reached up. His fingers curled around the edge of her bronze gauntlet. “The mountain is lonely Luna. They want to come. They can't come home. The home is gone. We have to build another one.” “The mining tunnels we used to escape the ridge. Do they connect to the drainage systems beneath the frontier grid? Elara asked .“The old veins run deep Princess. The miners used the iron to shore up the lower drifts fifty years ago. The silver in those walls is cold now.”

He cleared his throat and pointed to a spot on the map away from the main fortress. "Here. The Old Mines. They were abandoned a century ago because the rock was too unstable. They run directly under the Great Tree in the Silverfang Valley. The Silverfangs think the mines are haunted. They don't guard them." "Are they haunted?" Cole asked, leaning against the wall. "By things worse than ghosts," Merek said, appearing in the corner of the room. The other Alphas flinched, but Dominic didn't blink. "The Hunger has been leaking for a long time. The mines are where the shadows are thickest. It will be a hard crawl."

Chris quizzes. “Five years ago, when Isolde translated the prophecy, it seemed clear shit would hit the fan sooner or later. So, I gathered all my finances and bought an opal mine in Australia. By the way, have you ever tried mining in a way that doesn’t fuck up the environment and piss off the protestors? It’s fucking hard.” “You own an opal mine? And we’re just learning about this?” Sebastian asks, affronted. Valeria rolls her eyes, “I’m not giving you free samples, Sebastian.”

"It condensed. It bled into the deep seams of the earth. I’ve found a way to mine it. One piece of this coal burns hotter and longer than an entire acre of your northern pine. It can power steam-pumps to drain your flooded mines. It can heat your cities so the next 'Iron Winter' is merely a brisk afternoon." "And the price?" Cassian asked, his eyes narrowing. He knew the look of a predator, even one in silk. "Not gold," Malakor said. "I want the Blood-Rights to the Forbidden Peaks. I want a ninety-nine-year lease on the mountains where your King 'ascended.' I want to dig where the history is buried." The Silent Protest Varick’s hand went to the hilt of his sword. "You want to strip-mine the

It was somehow even more shameful that there was a problem like this within helicopter distance. I pulled up my files on the Abrigan Mine, basic administrative stuff that now looked skimpy, though I knew that was a suspicion bias after Tellis’s phone call. The mine was over two centuries old, founded by then-Pack Alpha Jules Abrigan to meet the growing power needs of the territory and to export for profit.

"Forgive me for leaving like this." "Don't say that. We'll find a way to save you," Mia replied. "It's too late. I have no time left. I only regret not being able to make you happy. I know it's too much to ask of you, but please..." "I will do it. I will marry Nicolas," Mia said. Mr. Brown's face became a little paler, but he understood what his granddaughter meant. "The company papers are in my safe. Your birthday is the password. Just make sure you don't lose control of the family business. Trust your husband but don't give him too much power. He's just a nouveau riche in the end."

“Forever. Always. Mine.” Nut and Hong moved seamlessly around us, marking each other fully mid-battle again, wolf energy tangling, coiling, amplifying. Every touch, every bite, every thread of scent strengthened the pack, tethered our power, and reinforced the claim of Ester—my mate, immortal, divine, and irrevocably mine.

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.