Romans & histoires Shattered Soulmates Stone Mountain Shifters

“I never found anything. None of my men did either. The only people who ever even disliked her were my father and Khaos’ father. Even though they disliked her, I never suspected them capable of murdering her without proof of any kind.” “So that’s why when I showed up…” It’s his turn to just nod. He takes a deep breath and begins again. “Losing your mate is one of the most painful things any paranormal or supernatural being can go through. They’re the other half of your soul. So after a pair has bonded, their souls are merged into only one soul, as the Goddess intended. Losing one means your soul is then ripped in half, and it doesn’t ever really heal again. Most shifters follow their mate in

He didn't want that for either of them, not when it meant the right person, their true mate, still hadn't come along. "Idiot." His sister cuffed him again before she waddled off, a prime example of a mating done right. Ornery and scary as shit, his baby sister found happiness in the arms of not one, but two shifters. Ethan and Javier, a bear and jaguar, who'd managed to tone down some of Naomi's wilder impulses, but more remarkably, loved her for her feisty nature. Sick bastards.

"You're right. We can't let this darkness tear us apart. We need to find a way to heal our bond and stand united once more." As the united pack and council members delved into ancient texts and sought guidance from wise beings across the supernatural realm, they discovered a glimmer of hope—a ritual that could mend the fractures in their unity. The Moonstone, a sacred artifact of immense power, was said to hold the ability to heal even the deepest wounds between soulmates.

frozen in blocks of black ice; I saw the first rejection square being carved from the mountain. As we hit the floor of the rift, the Nineteenth Cycle revealed its true form. It was a forest of Stone-Dolls—thousands of petrified shifters, their faces frozen in the moment they were cast out. But these weren't silver clones or "Perfect" models. They were raw, bleeding, and visceral. "The Harvest of the Heart," a voice spoke from the shadows of the stone-dolls.

she asked and I had to fight the urge to break down in front of her. "Daddy told me to run Stella. But momma and papa died," I told her. It was better to tell her now than later because I had a feeling that my lie would catch up on me. She started crying and it broke my heart. I lifted her up in my arms and ran with her as she sobbed on my shoulder. I hated the Nightblood Pack. They killed my parents, my pack, destroyed my home. The person most responsible for this was Alpha Stone. A heartless, ruthless, person. I pity the girl who becomes his mate.

INVISIBLE NO MORE It's Monday. It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school. The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.

And at the center of it all, he felt it — the terrible pull, stretching him in two directions, light and shadow tugging against each other. His fists clenched. His jaw ached from grinding his teeth. “Sierra!” he roared into the night. Only the wind answered. But in his head, faint and broken: I can’t stop it. Gloria’s POV The ritual circle shattered. The runes buckled under a tide of black fire, the stone splitting apart like flesh. Elara screamed, the sound torn raw from her throat, echoing down the catacombs. Patricia collapsed to her knees, hands clamped to her skull, keening through clenched teeth.

Pyrite whispered, “We are sorry. We thought that it would be best because we are both interested in men, we didn’t want you to feel like you weren’t enough for us because you are female.” Upon reaching our room, Pyrite walked up to the door and opened it. I quickly walked in with Sapphire, then Pyrite walked in and locked the door. I sat her on her feet and we both held onto her. “I, Onyx Heartsfire-” I said. “And I, Pyrite Heartsfire-” Pyrite said next. “Accept you, Sapphire Moonstone, as our mate and Queen,” we finished together. All we heard was her screams as her and her wolf's emotions returned with full force. She screamed and cried.

my mom said, seeing that I was worried. I nodded. A wolf sometimes receives a human for their soulmate instead of a she-wolf. All wolves believe it to be a curse, for a wolf cannot mate with a weak human. In case that should happen, a wolf shifter must kill their soulmate for a second chance at love. Before the next full moon, or serious consequences will happen.

We find our soulmates and get to spend forever with them. Shikoba: What happens when you decide you can’t deal with having a trans girlfriend? What happens when you decide it’s not worth the hassle others will give you for being with someone like me? Me: It wouldn’t happen. Werewolves mate for life, babe. We aren’t like humans who break up. A mated pair are bonded forever in their souls. The only reason, in Bloodmoon, to reject a mate is abuse. And as for what anyone else may say, I don’t care. No one in my pack will say a discouraging word about you and us being together. And strangers can fuck off. If someone hassles me, I’ll let Thorn out a little to make them piss their pants.