Mated In My Sisters Shadow Novels & Stories

“If he thinks that I am going to mate with Aira, he is a deranged lunatic.” I knew he wasn’t going to give into his demands and to tell the truth, I wouldn’t have either. The Moon Goddess thankfully blessed my sister with a mate worthy of her and I could see Nightshade and Crimson becoming great allies. With the two of us united, there was no doubt in my mind that we could restore order and that the Moon Goddess would bless us in doing so.

She looked like a wraith. “You,” I growled. “You look so much like her,” Mara hissed. Her face twisted with hatred. “Your mother. Selene. She was my soul’s sister. My best friend. We grew up in the same halls. Shared the same secrets. But she was the sun, and I was just the shadow she cast.” She stepped closer. Firelight flickered across her face. “When your father looked at us, he saw her light. He walked right through me. He chose her. He gave her the crown that should have been shared.”

“I and going mad and I feel like destroying everything. I want to destroy the prophecy and all the fools who are using it as an excuse to trouble my life. My mate has not had one day of rest since she met me. In fact, she was sent on a hard mission to die because of a stupid prophecy. One would think I'd be able to keep her safe but a metal was shot through her chest right in my presence yet I was oblivious to it! “It's our mating ritual, the dream of females and I couldn't even make the night anything special. We almost got killed by a Shadow Leech. I had a hurried ten minutes sex with my mate on a fucking forest floor. I marked her while her back was being pricked by thorns and sticks. My

But the Veil does. --- **Selene’s POV** The Shadow’s realm is a nightmare of shifting shadows and jagged light. The air is thick with the scent of decay, the ground uneven and slick beneath my feet. My glow flickers weakly, barely pushing back the darkness. “Silas!” I call, my voice trembling. The Shadow’s laughter echoes around me, cold and cruel. *“Your brother is mine, little light. And soon, you will be too.”* I clutch the shard in my hand, its surface warm against my palm. “You won’t win.”

“Every shadow within a hundred miles will feel her mark. They’ll come straight here. Straight for her.” The truth in his words silenced me. I could feel it already the mark thrumming hotter, sharper, as though sensing what was to come. Lucian’s hand tightened on mine. “They’ll have to go through me first.” Mirek shook his head, grief flashing across his eyes. “And they will. They’ll tear through you. Through all of us. I lost my sister to this once, and I won’t watch my Alpha throw himself into the same grave.” The memory of his confession pressed heavy between us. His sister. The Shadow Alpha’s lure. The way she’d been consumed.

"We cannot let this get us down. Tonight is a joyous night that I will only share with Oscar. I am not invited whenever Oscar goes to his parents' house. Arabella, his sister, hates me. She thinks his brother could have done much better. Sharp pain goes through my stomach, hitting my heart like a knife. I don't know why I'm getting these pains and why my wolf keeps crying out. This is not supposed to happen. I do not know what is wrong with me. My father and mother do not love me as they love their other children. I was different from the start. They hardly talked to me. I got my wolf at a very young age. Usually, werewolves don't get to dare wolves until they turn eighteen. I had my wolf si

[Carnelia] "Primus" Moving as a shadow I find myself by my mate's side. I became the shadow. My husband is curled up in the nest with our children, snuggly resting by their side, lending them his warmth and protection, but as soon as he senses me in the room, his eyes snap open, glowing green like fresh leaves. "Carnelia." He slowly untangles himself from our brood, and I want to smile at the sweetness of it all but I'm terrified. Not only by what I just heard from my uncle but by what I might become.

I roared, my anger and frustration boiling over. I sighed, rubbing my temples. Who could I present as my mate? Annabelle flashed through my mind, but I quickly dismissed her. She was just a fling, not worthy of being my partner. "Selene!," a small voice whispered in my mind. I groaned, frustration coursing through me. No, no, no. I couldn't think of Selene like that. She was...different. Too innocent, too pure. I wouldn't taint her with my darkness.

She walked gracefully to Garrett's side, her movements fluid and confident. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arm possessively around his. "Garrett, what are you and Sage discussing for so long? Marcus is getting impatient." Her voice was honey-sweet, but there was steel underneath. She knew exactly what this conversation was about. Then she turned to me with subtle arrogance, her smile never wavering. "You must be Marcus's sister, Sage. I'm Garrett's mate, Aria." The way she emphasized 'mate' was deliberate. A territorial claim disguised as polite introduction.

Maxim's voice was low and dangerous, like a dormant volcano. "Maxim..." I said softly. He immediately reined in his pressure and turned to me, his eyes instantly softening. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been violent in front of you." He then moved to my side, naturally shielding me behind him. Just as he did, my ankle gave way. A pair of strong arms caught me, and I crashed into his solid, warm chest. In that instant, something shifted. A thread of shimmering gold spun from the very core of my being, weaving itself into Maxim’s. A mate bond. But this was no trick, no lie. This was real. A sacred tether, forged in fire and blessed by the Goddess herself.