Light Night Fury Mating Novels & Stories

He declared, and Moon’s eyes closed in irritation, knowing the next thing that was coming. “You will face getting exposed.” He ended and turned towards the door. “We are mated!” Moon blurted out. Aiden paused in his steps, unsure if he heard her well. Slowly, he turned as if he was delicate enough to break if he turned too fast. “We are mated, Liam and I.” Moon, who lost her courage, managed to say. Looking everywhere but at her with serious concentration, Aiden gave a humph before turning towards the door, opening it with much more force than required, and closing it without caring about the loud bang it made.

The mating frenzy seized him completely, wiping out every remaining ounce of his strategic restraint. An unhinged, guttural growl ripped from his chest as his silver eyes bled into a solid, consuming obsidian ringed with liquid light. He claimed her fully right there on the high stone battlements, beneath the vast, turning canopy of the ancient forest. Their movements were driven by a white-hot, centuries-old desperation to fuse their lifeforces before the world tore itself apart. The ambient air in the turret vibrated with the explosive pressure of their unified auras, the gold flecks in Kiarra’s eyes flaring like miniature suns as their pulses locked into a permanent, unbreakable rhythm. H

Reduced to a mere maid by her wicked stepmother, Elara’s only hope for escape was her fated mate, Alpha Ryker. But on the morning of their wedding, she is framed for dark magic, brutally rejected, and replaced by her evil stepsister. ​Banished, penniless, and shockingly pregnant with Ryker’s twins, Elara thinks her life is over. ​She couldn't be more wrong. ​Elara isn’t a cursed omega. Her silver hair is the mark of the Moon Wolves, a legendary, ancient bloodline of healers. Hunted for her rare blood, she is captured and sold to the Obsidian Lycan Empire to serve Prince Cassian, a dangerously powerful but cursed Lycan who descends into maddening hysteria. ​Only Elara’s dormant magic can

My fated mate,’ she says, backing her haunches into Xavier so his length glides into her heat. Xavier frees Larissa’s shoulder and lets out a primal howl, his passion clear as he relentlessly thrusts into her. Larissa joins in, her own howls mingling with him as his knot fills her. They harmonize in a symphony of pleasure as he pounds her, his knot locked within, and he bites down on her mate mark, claiming her as his own. With a surge of ecstasy, he releases his essence while savoring the taste of her sweet, intoxicating blood.

Ryan sits on the bed and pulls Mark, sinking his fangs into Mark's neck, while Kevin sinks his into Ryan's neck. At that moment, when the Three have the marks of both mates, a divine light comes out of their bodies, which passes through the windows and makes the night look like day at the doors of the packhouse. Darkmoon was still partying, and everyone stopped to stare. When, with a thunder-like rumble, the light disappears, the startled alpha contacts Mark through the maidlink to see if they are all right. The lovers didn't notice the light or the thunder, so down under the pleasure they wore, with the love and bond they just shared, and Mark could only answer "fine. we're fine".

“ I wasn’t intending on doing that, but now I see your countenance isn’t welcoming, I should probably get some sleep. “ She made a few steps away. “ You haven’t answered my question, young lady. Who is the guy to you? “ She repeated. “ You wanna know? He is my mate. I’m pretty sure you know what that means.” She laughed. “ I can see you’re really far into the relationship to call him your mate.” DeLorna chuckled. “ I know mother has heard a lot about the creature of the night. That creature. . .is my mate. And tonight, he will be marking me as his bride.”

He was sure to leave a bruise, a love mark. A bruise of an intense and passionate love making, between the rarest thing in their race, true fated mates. Laureffaine finally opened her eyes, which were equally glowing, a bright orange, just like flames. Thunder and lightening clapped, droplets of rain falling on their hot and cold bodies, igniting their unquenchable thirst for each other.

The mate bond, an unbreakable tether, pulsed with the synchrony of their shared strength. Chastity, amidst the chaotic dance of shadows, locked eyes with Dylan. The moonlight reflected in her determined gaze as she tapped into the primal reservoirs of Lycan power. With a surge of strength, she met Dylan's dark tendrils with a forceful counterattack, shattering the ethereal restraints that sought to bind her.

She is my true mate. My power builds and my violet light passes from me to her until we are one flashing glow of perfection. Her wolf's power blends with mine in seamless harmony. I have never felt this degree of rightness. I could only share a small part of this energy with my brides. Nothing like what is taking place right now. Sierra's cry floats on the wind and my shout follows. The light explodes around us. It reaches over a hundred yards in all directions and the ground shakes with the power of our release. We are mates. We are one. We are forever.

He was silent momentarily before replying, “You are right, Kyson. We must kill that son of a bitch, Andre, and his fucking mate!” I looked at our lifeless mate in my arms. “Aleena.. Celia.. We are going to kill them for you.. Wait for us here, alright?” I proceeded to place her body on the ground gently when suddenly, a bright light appeared from her body. I put an arm over my eyes to stop the light from blinding me. “What’s happening? What’s happening? Kyson, what’s happening to our mate?!” Night’s panicked voice sounded in my mind. The light disappeared as suddenly as it appeared, and I felt something I thought was impossible to feel - I felt the mate bond being snapped back again!