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Knowing my brother, he just wanted it to be a surprise, or he wanted it to be mysterious for no particular reason. Lyle didn’t shut up about it, saying it was the most beautiful thing she had ever felt. She explained it to me in detail, and I don’t feel any of what she mentioned, aside from my wolf yelling at me that Lucas Quinn is my mate. “But that’s… that’s just impossible, Tori. Are you sure?” “Yes. I’m certain. I know he is somehow connected to me, but only because my wolf wouldn’t shut up about it. Other than that, nothing. Just a casual, irritating meeting with an irritating alpha.”

****okay so last chapter Devon got a little frisky with Jennifer. This chapter is all about her and how her feelings for Jennifer developed. This chapter gives a whole new outlook to Soulmates but that is all I'm saying. You have to read in order to find out... Hehehehe enjoy**** Devon POV junior year of high school...

His features couldn't be seen clearly, but still he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her soul was being ripped out of her , spreading wild fires of longing thumping through her veins. A visible shudder raced through her . What was he doing to her? Her mind clogged heavily with confusion, once again the warnings of the elderly women blared in the part of her brain that was still capable of forging a thought. Was this the curse spell they had spoken about? Was this creature the devil who would claim her soul? "Who are you! " The male's ethereal voice snapped her out of her trance like state ....she found the voice oddly soothing...and familiar?

She lay lifeless as beautiful as an angel dressed in her pure white dress with her hands at her side. Leah carefully inched closer to the woman's side so that she could get a better look at her. As soon as she saw the girl’s face, her breath caught, her heart threatened to stop beating and her legs went weak. She had to fight to keep standing. How can this be? Her mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was going on. It didn’t make any sense. The stranger on the glowing altar was the splitting image of Leah. From her straight long black hair to her slightly slanted closed eyes. But how? This could not be possible. Leah’s mind must be playing tricks on her. It must all be her ima

Lilim smiles. - All those who lie dead on the ground, creatures that should belong to the Moon Goddess, but who gave their souls to hell, I will take with me. Their dead flesh will be food for me and my sisters. All who are still alive and walk towards your pack, as they die, I will take them with me to hell, with the same end. Regardless of how long one of them is alive, as they die, their crop and soul belong to hell. Especially this creature that is trapped there. - she points to Dimon - When he dies, his flesh and soul belong to me and my sisters. None of them will have a chance of being forgiven by your Goddess. That's the price I charge to go back to hell. If you choose not to accept i

She had walked here without a route, without a purpose, without the apparatus of the thing she was in the process of stopping being. The bond she'd been tracking for weeks was in there. She could feel it from here — warm and anchored and completely indifferent to her presence, two people choosing each other in a room with candles and low light and the company of others doing the same. Odon Kuraim could not feed on what was in that basement. She stood in the mist and looked at it for a long time. Then her secondary channel buzzed. One message. Four words. We see you too. Ilyra read it twice.

But as I lay down in the snow beside my mate, the cold air sweet in my lungs, I realized I was finally the only thing that ever mattered. I was Loved. And in the silence of the Heartwood, as the violet-gold aurora faded into the first real night of the rest of our lives, the "Too Much" energy whispered its final, eternal truth: The Audit is Over. The Asset is a Soul. The North is Eternal. "She was once rejected for her curves and the fire they held, only to be eternally claimed by the Blood Alpha—not as his asset, but as the very rhythm of his soul."

“I was in the room. Watching. Measuring. They made me from all of you. I carry your patterns. Your fears. Your fight.” She turned back to Ava. “But I am not fighting.” The room turned quiet. A strange calm, like the moment before a storm chooses. Then Ava stepped forward and looked her in the eye. “You carry us. But we carry each other.” She reached out not to grab, not to push. To offer. Just like she’d done once for Hart. Subject 12 looked down at Ava’s hand. No emotion. Just calculation. “I was not made to take sides.” “You weren’t made to be anything,” Ava said.

She already had that f*cking fox Luo McCarner. But something went wrong. Luo somehow overpowered her. And she lost consciousness. And when she woke up, she was met with a deadly silver shine looming over her head, making her feel like the Grim Reaper was here for her soul.

Lucienne asked the lady who now seemed a bit confused with the type of questions Lucienne was asking her. "This is your body" "No, this... This is not my body" Lucienne shook her head. "What are you saying, Miss. Cherry?" The lady asked. "Cherry? I... I am not Cherry" she shook her head putting the lady into more confusion. "But.... But you are Cherry, are you okay? You hit your head against the bath tub quite hard, does your head still hurt?" Diana asked, her brows furrowed. Lucienne understood now, this was just like it happened in the movies, she had watched movies where the soul of someone would move into the body of another and that made her understand that her soul was now in the body