Shattered Soulmates Stone Mountain Shifters Mga Nobela at Kwento

Through the bond, I feel his confusion matching mine. "Tell me," I say to Cassia. "Tell me everything." She takes a shaky breath. "There's a prophecy, older than the Shattering itself. It speaks of two souls—one touched by dreams, one cursed by blood—who would find each other across lifetimes. Who would bond and transform and become... something new. Something that could either restore the Mother or shatter what little remains of her." My blood runs cold. "Restore the Mother? The deity who was torn apart during the Shattering?"

"If there's a woman after his heart, it's me." Kalista suddenly burst into laughter. She wiped imaginary tears from her eyes and regarded Mary mockingly. "You think you're the woman after Jade's heart?" she asked, her gray eyes alight with mirth. "Don't be so daft Mary. It seems you don't know a thing about shifters. A shifter can only love one woman for eternity, and that is his mate. I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you. Whatever feelings you have for Jade, it's best you let them go. Because he will never belong to you. Never!"

On the day of the Alpha selection, I confidently brought my moon stone, ready to amaze everyone. My stone indeed had the power to create an Alpha wolf - but not for me. Instead, it chose Katherine. As I prepared to absorb the stone's power in the arena, my wolf suffered a severe backlash. The stone then flew into Katherine's wolf, instantly transforming her into an Alpha. Everyone knew that in our pack, only self-crafted stones were effective. Forcibly absorbing another's moon stone would result in a painful rejection, marking the wolf as a slave to the stone's true owner.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

My inner muscles clamped down on him instinctively, spasming around the bulge. Cum flooded me. It came in hot, powerful spurts, scalding my insides. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I climaxed violently, my body seizing, the orgasm ripping through me at the exact moment my spine cracked and reshaped. I howled. It wasn't a human scream anymore. It was a wolf's song. We stayed like that, locked together on the stone altar, wracked by the aftershocks of pleasure and the violence of the shift.

The hot water hit my skin, and I closed my eyes, trying to wash him off. But guess what—it didn’t work. Every time I blinked I saw storm-gray eyes and that scar through his brow. I heard that growl again: “Once I start, I don’t stop. And I’m already starving.” My knees almost buckled. I slapped the tile wall so hard my palm stung. “Get a grip, Freya. You’re married. You have a child. You’re falling apart, and some tattooed gym bro just mind-fucked you in your own doorway.”

It was hard to see his wound, but it was obvious how deep it was when Nina dug her fingers into his back thigh. I felt the pain shoot up my leg at her attempt to remove his bullet and tried to suppress a yelp. It turns out we don’t only share pain when we are touching, but also the healing process. “He’s my…friend.” She snorted, but didn’t rebut what I told her. “What are you guys doing away from a pack? Shifters are almost always with a pack.” I shrugged. “Maybe we’re different.” “I said you had to tell me some things if I was gonna help out,” Nina warned as she stopped her pursuit to find the bullet.

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.