Isaiah Twin Flames Novels & Stories

“You had eyes on the ridge, didn’t you?” I hesitated. “Yeah. But it was locked down tight. No activity I could see.” Another lie. Harlan narrowed his eyes. “Nothing? Not even a glimpse of the Alpha’s daughters?” “No, sir.” He stared at me, silent for too long. My pulse tapped nervously against my throat. Then he nodded. “You’ll get another chance. The twins are the key, Kai. Especially the younger one.” My hands clenched. “Aria?” I said before I could stop myself.

“It was natural, and I think my brother deserved that scare.” I looked at each of the twins carefully. The twin I’d startled smiled, showing all his teeth, as if he knew I couldn’t recognize them yet. “I’m Isaiah, and he’s Isaac,” Isaiah said calmly. “While I’m a bit more laid-back, my brother isn’t afraid of absolutely anything, he has no filter, and he tends to be overly honest… at least about the things he can’t help but stare at.” My face flushed again. “I didn’t—”

He’s my twin flame, which is very different from a soulmate. Our connection isn’t romantic in a sexual sense. We are deeply connected on a spiritual level. We understand each other in a way no one else can understand. It’s like Mav is my other half in a spiritual way. We connect on a level no one else can understand. Mav and I live together, and we definitely enjoy sharing women. However, we both are ready to settle down. I need to have heirs, as it’s expected of me, and I’ve been putting it off for years now. I’m twenty-eight and Mav is twenty-seven. We are closer to our thirties now, so settling down feels like the right move. So, we are just two twin flames looking for our soulmate.

“Lila, hey, look at me. Open your eyes. Your babies are here, both of them. They’re perfect and powerful and waiting to meet their mother properly. But you have to fight for them. You have to…” “Ash,” Lila whispered, so quietly Joan almost missed it. Her eyes fluttered open, barely focusing, but her gaze found the bassinet where her children lay. “His name… Ash. Born of flame….” “Ash,” Joan repeated, tears streaming down her face. “That’s beautiful, Lila. Ari and Ash. The twin flames. Now stay awake and you can tell them yourself. You can hold them and bond with them and…” But Lila’s eyes were closing again, her consciousness slipping away despite Joan’s desperate pleas.

“You found me.” I stepped back. “Who are you?” “You know,” she whispered. “We share the same blood. The same breath. The same soul.” I shook my head. “That’s impossible. I don’t have a sister.” “Not a sister,” she said. A twin.” The word struck me like lightning. Twins. Born under the Eclipse Flame. Bound at birth by the First Covenant. One to walk the world. One to watch from beyond the veil.

How the hell is any of this fair? I turn to face my twin. "We have gone through so much shit, Tony. You know what we have been through. And yeah, we are not perfect. We are far from it. Very fucking far from it. But she has shown us over and over and over again that she loves us. She fucking loves us, Tony. Despite our flaws. Despite our lies. Despite our fucked up past. She loves us. Why do we have to let her go?"

"Tehila Morrison is my fated mate and I am here to claim what the Moon Goddess gave me." The chamber exploded in shocked voices that mixed with noise. I just stood there looking, at this point, I was almost not surprised. My life had turned into a movie. Another fated mate? How was that even possible? "That is impossible," Zane growled, positioning himself protectively in front of me despite his silver cuffs. "She was fated to Dalton. The Moon Goddess does not choose two mates for one person." "She was fated to both of us," Ryker said calmly, like he was discussing the weather instead of turning my entire life upside down. "Twin flame bonds are rare but very real. The Moon Goddess occasional

Kaelith continued, “thinking it’s real, thinking it means something.” His tone sharpened slightly. “And then what?” “They die, and you just… erase it?” “They will be separated.” “They won’t even remember each other.” “It will be as if it never occurred.” Kaelith stared at him. For a moment, the humor was gone. “That’s worse.” Aurelian did not respond. Kaelith let out a quiet breath. “Tell me something.” Silence. “If your God is a loving one…” His gaze did not leave Aurelian.

But this one has a long scar running down his cheek to his neck, and his face is far more serious. I look back at Cygnus, confused, and he smiles. “Eda, meet my twin brother… Izar,” he says. I freeze. Wait. Did he just say twin? I look at Izar again, sniff his neck, and take his hand. Sparks fly—and I feel the mate bond with him too. Wait, wait, wait! Does this mean… I have two mates? My wolf howls in my head—and that’s all the confirmation I need.

My hands shook so violently that I had to tighten my grip around the bouquet just to keep it from unraveling. Just get through the day, I told myself. Say your vows. Smile like her. Walk like her. Breathe like her. But Ryder… Ryder wasn’t fooled and we had overlooked one brutal truth in our desperation: A mate doesn’t need to see a corpse to know death. They feel it. When Isla died, it wasn’t her heartbeat that stopped first—it was his. Not literally. But close enough. Because soulmates are tethered by more than blood and fate. They’re fused at the seam of something eternal. When one half perishes, the other knows. And Ryder knew. The moment Isla’s breath left her body five days before this