Jinx Arcane Fanfic Novels & Stories

before cementing it with a quick yet sweet and heartfelt kiss. Xenia was grinning widely when I broke away from the last person I kissed and refocused on her. “You’re all so perfect together, and I’m glad that I got to be a part of your wonderful love story,” she said sweetly. “You’re welcome,” Xander answered, “but we should be thanking you for making this possible, no other sorcerer or sorceress was willing to perform the ritual, so it wouldn’t have happened without you.” “Yeah, we’re truly grateful for your help,” Ace added, a kind smile sitting on his beautiful face.

Arien — the royal mage — lounged beside her, sipping from a canteen. They were the picture of success. Strong. Untouchable. From the shadows, Ryn watched. Watched Lysar lean in, her fingers tracing Arien’s jaw. Watched their lips meet — slow, heated, possessive. Jealousy gnawed at his insides. His hands clenched at his sides. He could smell their mingled scents — Lysar’s musk, Arien’s magic, the heat of bodies pressed too close. He turned away.

“Whittling is a hobby of mine. It’s meant to be a protection charm. In our pack, we believe the moon watches over children while they sleep.” “It’s beautiful,” I said softly. “Thank you.” I glanced at Isaac, expecting him to add his thanks, but his expression had darkened further. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were fixed on the pendant in my hand. “Very thoughtful,” he said after a moment. An awkward silence fell between us. I searched for something to say that might ease the tension. “I’ve decided that Zane will be staying at the palace for a while after all,” I finally blurted out. “As my secondary Beta. To help me with Silvermist affairs.”

Rushing to his window, I threw it open and kept vomiting until there was nothing in my stomach, and I was just dry heaving. He walked over to me with a wet towel, a glass of water, and a disgruntled look on his face. “Don’t ruin tonight for me,” he murmured as I accepted the water to rinse my mouth. “If you knew you were sick, you shouldn’t have offered yourself up for my pleasure,” he muttered, tossing the cloth aside. “I did not offer myself,” I began, but his eyes suddenly widened. He grabbed my face and twisted my neck until Zac’s mark was visible. “You’ve been marked—that’s the Darkmoon mark. How dare you come here after getting marked by my arch-enemy?”

If I had not stopped, I could have brought her to multiple orgasms with just my fangs. "Really high," was all he said aloud. "Hmm. Interesting," the grand king mused. "I haven't seen that in a while. Sleepy, aroused, but not fully intoxicated." I have. Arthur got high when you drank from her a night before your return. "Xerxes?" Daemon called. "Mmm?" "Hypothetically speaking, now that your Soulbond has suddenly appeared, how do you feel?" A few seconds passed. " Well previously I had the mind of killing her when she does show up but after setting my eyes on her, I don't think I can bear seeing her being beaten by a mosquito.”

"They married the prince. And they all died on the full moon." "After that, the prince changed..." Every full moon, to stop himself from shifting, Alaric had his servants bind him in silver chains. He let the silver burn into his flesh, searing his wolf-soul, rather than risk hurting anyone. "The prince doesn't hate you," Graves said, his voice barely above a whisper. "He just doesn't want to spill any more innocent blood..." I nodded. And kept every word in my heart.

She asked him, walking to the window and looking out of the window, searching for the Raven, "No I did not" At his words, she turned her head abruptly and looked at him, "Did you mean what you said, you mean you never saw a Raven flew in here" Manicia asked, her thick brown her now turning to the color of yellow, as they shone through the room, just as her hair brightened the room, she saw a black Raven, stood on the bed, and was looking at her with deep red eyes, she made an animalistic growl, as she ran with so much speed, took the Raven and divided the Raven stomach into two, she saw a tiny paper in the stomach of the Raven, and as she dropped the dead Raven on the ground, the Raven withe

"I know. I'll protect you. I won't let anyone hurt you. Once Seraphine recovers, I'll return it to you." He spoke with complete seriousness, but his promise held no credibility at all. Whether he would return it was a whole other matter. He added, "As long as you give me your divine core, I'll never marry anyone else other than you. Isn't that enough?" Azena was so furious she chuckled. She pointed outside and spat, "Get lost." They glared at each other in a stalemate. In the end, Dexaldir lowered his gaze, turned around, and left.

Behind it, two smaller forms slithered from the undergrowth—lesser shadows, but still dangerous. Lucien’s jaw tightened. “Stay behind me,” he said, though the warning sounded almost unnecessary. Zaria could feel the bond reacting, flaring as though ready to hurl her into the fight. The Alpha snarled, advancing toward them with impossible speed. Zaria’s pulse surged. She didn’t hesitate. Energy leapt from her mark, slashing through the mist, striking one of the lesser shadows and sending it crashing into the stream with a screech. Lucien’s eyes flared gold. “Zaria, no!” he shouted, rushing forward—but she didn’t stop. The bond pulsed like a drumbeat, driving her forward, feeding her strength,

My pulse jumped against my skin. Every instinct from my old life told me to fight him off, to break his grip and put him in his place. But my new body traitorously warmed up to his touch, letting out a soft sigh that made me want to curse out loud. "You can fight me all you want," Ares whispered, his thumb brushing just across my lower lip. "You can pretend you hate my presence. But your body knows the truth, Julian. And so do I." I violently slapped his hand away and pressed my back hard against the car door. I didn't