Light Night Fury Mating Novels & Stories

Zane panted from under me. “Then take me Zane!” I moan out as I slam back down on him. He pulls me closer and flips us over and starts to slam into me, making me scream yes over and over again. Right before I reach the peak, Zane bites my right tit, making me cum just as hard as the others. We all scream out our release, Zane moving back as streams of cum from my other mates coat me, and a blinding white light surrounds us all. The light dims to a small glow, but when I look down, I see my body covered in marks, vines connecting every mate mark. I love the way they are all combined and it makes me happy that we are all now connected.

Love makes us all equal in the end somehow. “The mate bond is like a double-edged sword.” Freya whispers, so low I almost didn’t hear her. “On one hand, it makes you strong enough to face anything life throws at you…and on the other, it renders you completely vulnerable, so much that you would rather die than live without your mate.” She turns to look at me, and I gasp at how her puffy eyes and red nose from crying are not the only clue how much pain she’s going through. There’s such torment and suffering radiating from her that are almost palpable. It seems like even breathing hurts as she tries to keep it together and fails miserably.

“I was so scared—” “I would’ve torn the city apart to find you,” Ste-phen growled softly. “You’re mine, Mason. My mate. My everything.” Their bond pulsed between them, old and sacred—timeless. When Ste-phen found Mason, his wolf had stirred like never before. Mason had awakened something primal in him… something eternal. More figures appeared on the rooftop—Alpha Seth and his mate, Twilight. Seth’s eyes scanned the scene, taking in Zeno’s lifeless body, the blood staining the concrete, Dexter still holding the gun. “Is it done?” he asked, voice deep and resonant.

"No, there are a few more, but they're females. You and your grandfather are the only male humans on the ship." "How long have you been here?" Jay shrugged. "A few years." It was silent for a while. "My mom told me you had a run in with a Nuper Maturum." "A Nuper Maturum?" Colby asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah. They're Lycan’s that are newly matured. It basically means they’re old enough to start mating and can discern scents outside of their family and produce a mating scent." "Gotcha," Colby stated.

I question as I think over the last few minutes since I have left him. He sits at his desk, opens a drawer, and pulls out our law book. “Do you know what it says about werewolves interacting with Lycans?” He asks calmly as he places it on the desk and flips open to a bookmarked page. “I have a feeling you will be telling me again whether I remember or not. So, you can just read it for me if you wish?” Confusion still drapes over me as I hear him begin his words. “No werewolf pack member is to be Mated to a Lycan. If it is to be said a werewolf of this pack is mated to a Lycan, the werewolf must immediately reject the Lycan.” He slams the book shut and looks hard at me.

dropping my gaze down to my steel-tipped boots which glimmered against the warm yellow bathroom light, I added, "There's something else." "What do you mean there's something else?" Fear drenched her tone. Was she scared of being mated to me? Drawing in a large breath which inflated my chest, I admitted, "You have to let Orion touch you." "What?" The squeak in her voice forced my gaze to collide with her wide-eyed appalled disposition. "On the cliff, you weren't feeling the things you were only for me. Don't bother lying about it. You have to let him touch you—" "I can't be mated to two men. That's impossible. A fated mate bond only bonds two souls together."

"There was one flaw. Just one. The Moon Goddess didn't bless Min Kung with a mate. A soul mate fit for a faithful son was the one gift he was waiting for. The most sacred of all. He didn't show his disappointment. He kept his duty to all of us. We all knew he was lonely. We can see it in his eyes." "What happened?" Intrigued, MJ propped her chin on her palm. Listening intently. "Our king has two beasts. His wolf and his Lycan. Not all of us had seen the latter for he was only let out only when necessary. Like in countless battles. They say his Lycan was the scariest to set your eyes upon on. His eyes always flaring in rage. Like the devil's. His fangs were as sharp and as deadly as the Exca

Then her eokay sparkled, and she rolled, coming to her hands and knees. Now, his wolf growled. Now. He kneeled behind her and gripped her hips. He was on fire. Blinded. Hungry like never before. So, take her, a deep sound rumbled in his mind. They didn’t have a condom, but they didn’t need one. Not if they were going to be mates. Lily watched back at him over her shoulder with dark, lusty eokay. Take me, her body all but screamed. The second anthony slid in, light exploded before his eokay.

he said, voice low and strained. He had barely finished that sentence before he suddenly turned toward Serena. All the warmth and tenderness in his gaze had vanished, replaced by an icy fury. Without hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked Serena into the house roughly. Serena stumbled and fell hard to the floor. The smugness on her face morphed into shock instantly, followed by rage and disbelief. She couldn't fathom why Lucas would treat her this way. She had come to Mordeva feeling confident and smug, clearly ready to flaunt some imagined victory. She had been so sure that Lucas was on her side.

Magnus’s agonized scream pierced the air—his body convulsing violently under the Lunarri’s grip. The wolfsbane poison flooded his system, unleashing waves of searing pain that threatened to tear him apart from the inside out. Just as he teetered on the brink of oblivion, something extraordinary happened. A pulse of light emanated from the mating mark on his chest—bathing the room in an ethereal glow. Cathy’s mark, a symbol of their unbreakable bond, flared to life with a brilliance that outshone the torches lining the walls.