Mythology Romance Novels & Stories

"It was created by the cosmic force of Life." "I never thought about it like that," Thea said. "But none of us have ever had romantic feelings for each other." "Remember, the moon goddess put extra magic in our matebond," Conri said. "No one in our pack could have romantic feelings for any of us, and we couldn't have romantic feelings for any of them, not that we would have. We never did with people outside New Dawn." "That was to ensure you three protected me and the gift," Thea said. "So nothing could get in the way of our mission."

“Honestly, I never believed that the goddess would play this trick on us.” I see her frown as she says, “Maddie also talked about the Moon Goddess. Who is she?” “Humans have God, who is the creator being. Well, we have the Moon Goddesses, Selene and Artemis, mother of all wolves, and Lycans.” "I see. Peter, what is a fated mate?” I sighed, saying, “The goddesses pair our wolves with the human counterpart. Once a wolf or Lycan meets his fated mate, there is no other. It is a deep love that is born between both.”

My heart fluttered with both hope and doubt. As I sat there, staring out the windshield at the quiet street beyond, it suddenly dawned on me…someday, I would find my own mate. Someone chosen by the Moon Goddess, just like Jemma. I’d always believed that my heart belonged to Victor, that no one else could ever compare. But lately, the thought of someone else…someone who might truly understand me, started to creep into my mind.

"Has it only been that long? Don't you know, the mere sight of you instantly fills me with endless desire? I want you, more than anything else in this world…" His usual sappy, romantic drivel… it all just sounded like cruel mockery, now. Endless desire, huh? Wasn't she only a toy, for practice? Hadn't he had quite enough fun with her yet, over these past five years? She turned aside from an incoming attempt to kiss her. "Is that so?" she murmured coldly. "And what if you were never able to lay your hands upon me, ever again?" At last, Joseph began to realize that something might be amiss. He paused in thought for a moment. "You love me; I love you. We are in love. What could keep us apart?"

I grinned and added, "Okay, we'll start working on a novel called 'The Monster and the Flower.' Which I was working on. Because you already know I write fantasy romance, this novel falls into that category as well. Do you have any doubts about what I said?" He lifted his hand and stared at me like wanting me to pick him. "Stop teasing me and ask what you wanted to ask," I answered with a grin. He inquired, "Romance. I'm aware of what it is. But what exactly is fantasy romance?" "It is a work of fiction with mystical, non-human, and romantic aspects." "Like something from a fairytale?" Fairytale? Does he think I'm a children's book author? Don't be angry with him! He's your crush and has come

For transformation. Romance stories, like love itself, are always about transformation. Fall in love and you find yourself in a strange, shifting landscape, a new world where much is unknown. Make a commitment to that love, and your world changes again. And so do you. Folktales the world over include some version of Beauty and the Beast. Perhaps this is because we all feel the need to tame our own, inner beast with love and compassion. Perhaps it is also because this is the essence of romance—meeting and mating with the Other–mysterious, dangerous, and powerful.

The whispers of the astral winds carried a gentle melody, harmonizing with the uncharted emotions that blossomed between Aria and the mysterious figure. As they ventured deeper into the cosmic unknown, the astral energies seemed to weave a delicate thread of romance into the fabric of their shared destiny. Lumina and Kairos, ever watchful, acknowledged the cosmic spark that kindled between Aria and her celestial companion. The nexus point, though fractured, resonated with the subtle symphony of budding affection, promising a celestial romance that would unfold across the cosmic tableau.

Kas is greeting a red wolf by reaching up with a hug around the neck, laughing and wiping away tears. “The honor is mine, Bronx Mason.” He looks around, then leans toward me. “Just a little tip for you. Aphrodite may target you and Iokaste, but she doesn’t understand how you share your existence with The Saint and Iokaste with Elexis. The concept is too complex for her. Selene is smart that way. The point is, there are no repercussions for them being together. Aphrodite won’t understand the difference.”

Roman is… That spark comes again and i recognize it for what it is. Roman is trying to find me. He searched and searched and his searchs have turned up with nothing. This….. This is his last resort. He’s using his spirit to spark a connection on the mate bond. Surprise flows into me because i know this practice. I can recall it perfectly, and from the midst of that surprise, flows love because Roman is risking it all for me. When werewolves mate, they mate for life, yet more than once the moon goddess has alteed that rule for the benefit of her children.

“Alright, so who is the god of love? That’s who I want to thank for Katie and Kara coming into my life, and I guess your Moon Goddess lady, too.” “Let me think. It’s been a couple of years since I studied Greek history.” Zara taps her finger on her lip, trying to recall the information. “Eros. Romans call him Cupid.” “Shut up, Zara.” Jasper says in a flat tone. His face darkens as he turns his attention fully to her. Zara sits up taller at his rare change in mood. “Jas, what the fuck?” I growl at him.