Shattered Soulmates Stone Mountain Shifters Novels & Stories

I figured out why very fast. “I, Grayson Stone, take you, Blair Anderson, as my mate and Luna of Redstone pack,” Grayson stated smiling at Blair as they stood in front of the elders. “And you, Blair?” one of the elders turned to face her. “I, Blair Anderson, take you, Grayson Stone, as my mate and Alpha of Redstone pack,” Blair smiled so brightly, stealing small glances at the crowd. Her eyes landed on me, and she gave a smirk only I seemed to notice.

I said while turning in his arms and placing one of mine around his shoulder, my palm resting on the nape of his neck where my fingers twirled in his hair, but my gaze was still held by the lush greenery outside. Taking another sip, I watched as a dark brown wolf emerged from the tree line in the valley and gradually sloped up into the mountain, the evergreens swallowing the terrain like bees to honey. The mate-less wolf shifted to his human form when he was closer to the castle. My eyes softened when I saw the scars littered over his chest. The tell-tale sign of a mate's betrayal, except he killed his mate, and the Moon Goddess would never fate him another. Regardless of why he did it, kill

“My grizzly has gone wild. Wild?” “Yes.” “What does that mean?” “All bear shifters have a fated mate that belongs to them.” I say with a crack in my voice. I still can't believe my bear is still calm inside me. It hasn't been like this since before I started puberty. “A soul that connects with theirs. That unites and completes them.” “Okay.” She says, looking even more skeptical now. I exhale long and hard. “Sometimes, if a shifter doesn't find his mate, his bears go a little crazy. They get a little unhinged. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's not pretty. In fact, it can be downright ugly.”

We were led to the shed with glassless windows, as I'd presume. After being left there, we received a warning: if any of us attempted to escape, we would face the same fate as the slaughtered ones. The fear in the remnant's eyes revealed that they were too traumatized by the horror that had occurred back there to even consider escaping. I was more traumatized that I was mated to him. Alpha Gunner, The Stone-Hearted Alpha.

He was hanging onto the edge of the broken bridge with one hand, holding me with the other. But the effort was too much. I watched in horror as the black obsidian stone on his arm began to spread at lightning speed. It raced up his shoulder and toward his neck. "Let me go!" I sobbed. "You're turning to stone! If you don't let go, you'll freeze like that and fall with me!" Alaric looked down at me. His eyes were turning into solid black glass. He couldn't speak, but one final thought flickered into my mind before the link died completely.

Glowing where there was darkness, lighting the way when needed. Over time, their roles changed, mixed, and warped. The people changed as well. The animals they once admired integrated with their souls. Their souls, being tied to the moon, changed once a month when she was at her most robust. Some changed to felines, others canines, then there were reptiles and primates. No two people were the same. Families of four could have one of each shifting animal. The Sun God became enraged. The people began to solely worship the Moon Goddess, much to her dismay. No matter how many times she spoke with the shifters they didn’t heed her words.

Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”

“She chooses the man that treated her like a queen while I treated her like an asset.” But the beast beneath my ribs doesn't give a damn about my bleeding pride. He wants his mate. He wants to inhale the crisp winter rain and crushed lilies that belong to Zara Fen—even if it’s a lethal, torturous dose to carry back to the freezing isolation of Silvercrest.