Raelle And Scylla Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Andromeda would notify us if anything goes wrong....right Scylla?" Scylla wiped her tears away with he back of her hands. "Yep, cause I already told that bitch, my mom dies, so do you." I laughed at her 'cool' words and jus imagining how terrified Andromeda must have been. Euryale pulled us both into a hug. "Thank you girls so much." "No more tears, both of you." Scylla laughed....that's a bad sign. "No more tears." And she began to cry. Talk about a short promise.

It’s driving me crazy, and not the good crazy from last night. Images of last night flash in my mind. The way he held my body, the way he felt under my touch, the sounds he made when I brought him to the peak of pleasure. I can still taste him on my tongue and feel his hands on my skin. I should be basking in the afterglow of the best sex of my life or at least trying to top it, instead of this. I slap the surface of the water angrily causing the sound to reverberate around the cavern. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a large fin break through the surface of the water, and I instantly recognise it. I smile softly as I watch Scylla’s large form swim closer and closer to me.

“Have you told Ryker yet?” Brielle shook her head. “I didn’t think it was right after just having my first date with Reid.” She clicked her tongue, before the corners of her lips kicked up. “I’ll tell him tonight.” “Ugh,” Scarlett let out a loud groan. “I’m so jealous. Everyone around here is either mated, underage or obsessed with Brielle.” Brielle gasped. “Arlen is not obsessed with me! He’s just a friend.” The corners of Harlie’s eyes creased to match her grin. “A friend who would like to ban-”

Scylla is the mermaid who annihilated my entire family, and Roger is considering siding with some woman controlling that monster? He can't be serious! And why hasn't he told me about this woman?! "I'm familiar with the red-haired woman. My wife spied on her, and she gave me some valuable information," Hayden says, and I notice his eyes traveling to me before he continues speaking. "Her name is Scarlett, and her pet mermaid is named Scylla. And from my understanding, Scylla used to control the kaiju before the mermaid lost her pearl—the thing giving her the power to control the kaiju. I believe they are searching for that pearl, but hopefully, the two of them will never find that item. Scylla

“I had nine months and three years. I’m not getting the violin out yet.” “I’m not asking you to,” Rhea said. “I’m telling you he’s bleeding. Bleeding wolves make bad choices. You keep wanting him to be stable enough to trust; I’m saying he’s about to start flailing. Build your walls accordingly.” Lyra let her head thunk lightly back against the cabinet. “Great,” she said. “So we have a furious Council, a vengeful ex‑fiancée, a media circus, a three‑year‑old with a nose like a bloodhound, and a half‑broken Alpha on the edge of spontaneous combustion.”

"I am the Alpha. "You are a coward," I tell him. "And I will defeat you because I am the true Alpha-- I am her true Alpha." He looks at me, his eyes filled with rage, but I barely notice. My mind is somewhere else. There is a scent now that wasn't there before. A scent I recognize. Rachel, my mate, she has come for me. And I am filled with joy. I can think of nothing but Rachel, my one, true mate. I can see myself getting out of here. I picture us escaping, running away and building a life together.

“Draven’s supply lines are stretched. There’s a cache two ridges east: weapons, silver ore, preserved meat. We hit it or we starve by spring.” I gripped the pendant so hard I felt the tiny stars press bruises into my skin. I am nineteen now. The girl who had tumbled down the ravine was gone. In her place stood someone sharper, colder, and hungrier. Rhea caught my eye across the circle. “You want in, Hollow girl?” “Yes.” I responded She studied me for a long moment. “Then you lead point. Prove the rune wasn’t wasted.” Three nights later we moved. Five of us: Mira at my right shoulder, Varek at my left, Lira with her bitter herbs and a short bow, and two quiet hunters named Torren and Sable wh

Veronica yelled. “What did you just call me?” Layla asked, gazing at her with those icy blue eyes of hers, which penetrated into Veronica’s soul so much that she looked away immediately. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Your punishment is way too light for what you did, so be grateful and don’t show your ugly face here ever again,” Layla said. “The Moon Goddess made a mistake when she chose you as the Alpha’s mate. Just know that,” Veronica said, looking over her shoulder as she was being dragged away.

The Overlord snarled, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate as his mate faltered, her energy waning. “Now,” Raphael’s voice growled through our shared mind, and we both knew what had to be done. With a feral snarl, we launched ourselves at them, claws outstretched. This time, we aimed not just for the Overlord, but for his mate—the source of his strength. We tore into her side with all the power we could muster, our claws ripping through her corrupted flesh. She screamed, her form unraveling, the dark magic that bound them together collapsing.

Like a magnet, my eyes fished out Damien in the crowd, where he stood against the wall. The light in his dark hair makes him look very different, there was no expression on his face as usual. When Brandon clears his throat, I tear my gaze away from my step-brother and look at my mate. Is he about to claim me in front of everyone? Goddess! That would be so romantic and make so much sense! "I, Brandon Moonshade, reject Rayla Daremoon as my mate, publicly, privately, and in every sense, make the moon goddess be my witness." There was a huge pause after his statement then people began to laugh around us, like they expected this after all.