Mated To The Prince Of Darkness Novels & Stories

She’s the princess. "She’s the princess," I mutter, while Maia’s voice fades to the background, her touch becoming faint as my body becomes numb. But a scream snaps me out of it, and I look up to see Charon standing in the doorway with a betrayed look in his eyes before he reaches for his waist, causing Maia to let out another scream.

'Mate,' Felicia whispered. My heart sank into a sea of conflicting emotions as the truth dawned on me. Garrick, the object of my long-held affections, was indeed my destined mate. The moon goddess had, in her infinite wisdom, answered my prayers. Yet, in that moment of revelation, I found myself paralysed with uncertainty, retreating further behind the trees. A torrent of questions flooded my mind: Would he accept me? Could he, the admired and desired, possibly embrace someone like me as his mate?

Why save me when he wanted to pull out this card on me as soon as I woke up? “I, Kael Draven, Lycan Prince of the Obsidian Throne, reject you, Maya Blackthorn, as my mate, now and for eternity.” The combination of my name on his lips, followed by my surname, was a gut punch of the worst betrayal. “I, Maya Blackthorn, accept your rejection.”

A searing, blinding pain as if his heart, frozen solid for over a decade, was suddenly struck by a blacksmith’s hammer. A jolt of pure energy rips through the grey nothingness of his existence. For the first time in thirteen years, he feels. And the first feeling is a violent, soul deep connection to this terrified, white haired creature. The mate bond. His curse was supposed to prevent this. His power was supposed to make him immune. And it is wrong. It is all wrong. She is everything he has been taught to despise. She is small, weak, and by the looks of her, she is tainted with the blood of his enemies!!

CHAPTER 4 COMBAT DAMON’S POV. “Asher, that girl is my mate.” I stormed into my dorm, pacing to the window to steady my breath. Asher, my beta, shot to his feet the moment I entered. “Alpha, who is your mate? You just lost one—” “The traitor,” I cut him off, my voice low and controlled though my fists trembled at my sides. “That tainted girl is my mate.” His eyes widened. “Impossible.”

“I’m trying so hard to be enough—for them, for the packs, for you.” “You are enough,” he said fiercely, taking her hands. “But Iris… I can’t lose you to this. To them. I need you to still be my mate—not just the Luna of the world.” Her breath hitched. “Aiden…” He pulled her into an embrace, his heartbeat thundering against hers. A Dark Presence But in the forest beyond the Sanctuary, a pair of void-black eyes watched the Moonspire. A low, rumbling voice murmured: “The Prince of Dusk grows stronger… soon, the time will come.”

"And I hope you let me go and forget about the goddess mating you to me." Draven surprised her by stepping forward and lightly raising her chin, his gaze meeting hers. "I’m getting closer to you because you made me do so. But this... this will only be for a while. Know this now, you do not belong to any worthless group or whatever you call it. I do not care what you are. What I need you to know is that you are my mate. My luna. My queen. I will take you soon enough. I will mark you and prove to the whole damn world that you belong to me. Only me. You are MINE!"

The lycan king bellowed the old wizard's name. The latter didn't say anything, only showed his regrets through his eyes. "What has come over you, Xylia? You can fight the evil in you. I believe that. This is not you." The lycan prince was both disappointed and sad. How could he have a mate that had been won over by the dark side?

I get to look at Freya again, and Goddess, am I thankful. There is little fanfare in this brief, spiritual ceremony. “Prince Matthew Gray of Dark Forest, do you consent to fully and without end accept the Goddess’s gift of the mate bond with Freya Flowingstream of Chestnut Pack?” “Yes, I do,” I say immediately. “Freya Flowingstream of Chestnut Pack, do you consent to fully and without end accept the Goddess’s gift of the mate bond with Prince Matthew Gray of Dark Forest?” “Yes, I do,” she says just as quickly.

I turned away as they dragged him out, and when the door closed shut, I emptied the wine bottle in one swig. My wolf snarled at the distance, clawing at my ribs like I’d just ripped out my own heart. “Fuck!” I threw the bottle against the wall. It shattered with a loud crash, shards of glass flying across the room. My chest heaved as I combed my fingers through my hair, frustration pulling at my nerve ends. This was as good as a curse….because I, Prince Kael of Fenrir….could not reject my fated mate… Or else it would kill me.