Shifter's Bargain: A Dance With Destiny Novels & Stories

Anastasia was enjoying the show she had cause and sat back to cross her legs, her tea cup an inch from her lips, another stare at them, she sipped her tea. "I don't want to! She's mine!" "Are you stupid? Why would she be yours? She's already sold to us!" Her heart clenched in realization that they were still hot on her chase because they had given their money in exchange for her. She's being sold by Abigail's Mother. "Anyone who wins, will be getting me tonight" Anastasia spoke out and every eyes turned to the lady who was sitting in a majestical pose. "Well, then I'll be the one to go first..."

The familiarity of his kind's murder of my parents stirred my disdain, yet there was a flicker of curiosity, a tiny glimmer of possibility that challenged my preconceptions. “I, um, I have nothing to say to you. Other than, do you want this private dance or not? Because if you don’t I have other clients waiting. Time is money.” As I spoke, my voice wavered, betraying the nerves I tried to conceal. I couldn't help but silently curse myself for giving away my inner turmoil. "If you are truly concerned about money, I can offer you compensation. I can guarantee that you will never be in need again.” As he advanced toward me, I took a step back.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Dancing With Fate. Dancing With Fate was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Trayton speaks, the format will be as this: Trayton ~ “Are you dumb asses ready to go?”)

Then I'll loosen him up really good. I give him a two-finger salute. "Bye, hard ass." And leave the station. **** I pull my motorcycle into the parking lot of The Falcon. Shifter bar. Not a large place but big enough for a dancefloor for the ladies to dance and the guys to hunt. Shifter bars are great for two things. Getting drunk and getting laid. If a fight brews, that makes it even more fun. I walk up to the door. My heavy boots thump on the wood and I feel the bass of the dance music in my chest.

"But, if I have to talk to you, then you're gonna have to answer a few of my questions as well." "Well aren't you an opportunist? Trying to turn an interrogation back on the interrogator...?" The Shifter smiled softly, a move that not only emphasized his incredible mouth....but the four slightly sharp teeth, two on each side of his front teeth. Pointy canines that no mortal would ever sport. The sight of them shocked him as much as the Shifters smile tried to charm him. "Fine, let's do this. A limit of ten questions for each of us.....I believe that sounds fair enough?"

Chapter 4: Eternal Howl The distant howls grew louder, slicing through the peaceful afternoon like a blade. I stood between my three shifters in the cabin clearing, heart pounding as the rival pack’s approach shook the very ground beneath my feet. My body still hummed from the morning’s exhaustive claiming—every curve tender, my core filled and marked by Elias, Jax, and Kael. Their scents clung to my skin, a primal declaration that both empowered and endangered me. I had come to these woods seeking solitude with my camera, but fate had delivered a pack, a bond, and now a battle for survival.

ASHER: Her frail form trembles before me. She leans backwards, pressing her body against the wooden chair. Wolfless or not, I cannot let her tears fool me. It's impossible for her to have ruined me all on her own. Could it be the Dark Knight scheme to make a fool out of me and seize the opportunity they've been waiting for to strike? My father, late Alpha of the Silver haired pack had taken up the marriage treaty offered by the Alpha of the Dark Knight pack who secretly covets our land. Our pack suffered more from the war before, so it was the only resolution my father saw.

But the contract has been formed before they knew it, so he has no choice now but fill the end of his bargain. Look for the child of death and wrath? Who could that possibly be? There are Millions of people around the world. On the other hand, as Mara takes her rest, the prophecy still bothered her to the prophecy. "At the end of the great bargain between a fiend and virtuous, Shackles shall fall on the fiery land of preposterous. The sin will spellbind her folks for liberating a helpless energy. The entrance shall welcome the people of blasphemy." The bargain they were talking about must be connected to Shane.

"A diplomatic cult." Adrian continued. "Long ago, when our packs split, the seer predicted a shifter with dual essence—neither pack, neither bonded to violence nor hierarchy. Someone who could bridge the divide. Someone with power that shifts outside the moon's rule." Rivener's jaw tightened. "Charlie isn't your bridge." "She is if the prophecy marked her." Charlie held up a finger. "Counterpoint: I did not sign up for supernatural peace negotiations. I barely kept a houseplant alive this year."