Match Made In Hell Webtoon Novels & Stories

“I love having my mate in here with us. Her scent fuels me and turns me on just as much as the scent of your heat does. It’s an addicting combination.” I grinned, realizing that I finally did have what I wanted all along. Both of them – with me! And I didn’t lie about what their scent did to me either. I was so fucking hard it wasn’t even funny. Hell, had I been anything close to ordinary I’d be walking funny for a week after tonight. But I wasn’t! I wasn’t normal. I was a monster, made in a lab. An experiment created by the Elders and the Blackwood Pack…

A mate. I squeezed Zane's hand. He turned to me, and I pointed with my chin toward Colton. We all turned to see which of the guys was staring back. It wasn’t hard to find him. Jamal stood perfectly still, his eyes locked on Colton. It was like no one else existed. I was so happy for them. I'd only talked to them a little bit, but they both seemed so nice. Everyone says finding your mate is rare and special. This was the second time in one day! And it wasn’t even lunchtime.

“Who works themselves to the bone to make sure we have a roof over our heads and food on the table? Is it you? No, of course it isn't. It’s me that’s out there grinding away while you laze around here all day. The least you could do is show your gratitude, put on the dress I bought you and make our friends feel welcome.” Bethany never argued again after that. Then the most amazing thing happened. Word got out that Silver Moon were opening their borders again. It seemed perfect really, except for the part where Silver Moon and the Hellhounds had merged to create a super-pack. For Ethan that was just a detail. Ethan knew what he wanted. He was going to claim that crown.

"You, and your fake-ass mother—I can’t stand either of you! No way in hell I’m accepting someone like you as my mate." "W-Well… that makes two of us," I gritted back. In our world the Moon Goddess decided who mated with whom and it usually led to a happily ever after story. But with all due respect to the goddess, this was like the worst goddamn matchmaking in the world! I mean, how could she bond two people who couldn’t stand each other? This just wasn’t going to work. No matter how strong the matebond. My face was turning blue. He loosened his grip, just a little. I finally caught my breath. "You… you know what you should do, right?"

“What's all this? You are my mate, what's going on? I saw you not quite long ago, but you were looking haggard and dirty.” Her brows creased into a frown, and she poured those beautiful red lips that looked so succulent in my eyes. “I don't know what you are talking about, but having a mate is not possible.” She replied. “I thought so too. I'm a…" “A Predator, I know.” She said calmly, looking me straight in the eyes. “I was made to be your destruction, so, there's no way I wouldn't know who you are.” “Made?”

Meanwhile the rejecter doesn't get off scotch free. Sure he or she can go on with their life, but they'll never have a true mate and from what I remember will never live a full and complete life. So these are my choices: Be torn to shreds by the vampyre prince in the heat of passion, or live a life of loneliness and misery. Some choice.

I was lying in Dagon's bed, comfortable and just staring up at the intricately designed metal artwork ceiling. It was quite impressive. Dagon had stayed in the bathroom longer to shave, he said. We've been together for weeks now. I've lost track of the days and have only stayed within Dagon's home not wishing to venture out into hell. I've spoken to no one and have been enjoying myself and Dagon, breaking free of the mess in my world I ran away from. I grinned and turned to lay on my side facing the bedroom door. The bed was huge with gray satin sheets and a black cover with a red half-moon design. Dagon's home was modern like Lucifer and Lilith's home. One side was all glass and looked out

‘Oh shit only one thing could smell this good’ ‘Mate!’ my wolf yells in my head Just then I look up at the 5 guys sitting crammed in a booth. They are all muscular and the 3 sitting together looked uncomfortable. Just as I am about to ask their drink order and look around at each of them, I catch sight of the most beautiful pair of green eyes. This man is yummy, dark brown hair, clean shaven on the sides, longer and combed to the side on top and a five o’clock shadow, I just want to feel it rub between my thighs. It took me only a second to take him in and have that naughty thought. However in that second I saw his eyes go from intrigue to pure disappointment. I knew in that second he was m

“Sama, sama, my love, you are out of that grave, you are out, my dear dragon, we have found you; please, open your eyes and look around.” She stopped listening to Aaron's voice addressing her, the voice of the lover who had been swallowed up by the earth as it had swallowed her and buried him under its rubble with Lucifer. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times, trying to clarify her blurred vision, and raised her eyes to the sky, watching the shadows of the sun in the middle, hot and bright; she closed them, unable to bear them any more. Paying attention to Aaron, her pupils narrowed, trying to convince herself that it was real and not an illusion, kneeling beside her, anxiousl

When I wrinkled my nose at the lingering scent of cigarettes that clung to his clothes after long nights at the center, he quit immediately—and banned smoking anywhere near his workspace, terrified that even the faintest trace would displease me. His colleagues started calling me his "intended mate" behind my back, good-naturedly complaining: "Emma, you have no idea how obsessed our head healer has become. After pulling a thirty-hour shift saving lives, I just wanted a damn smoke to decompress, but Marcus confiscated my pack, claiming he couldn't risk you smelling it on him. I've never seen him care this much about anyone..." Later, Marcus lit up the entire city with fireworks and dropped to