Step Fantasy Novels & Stories

He is great as a friend, but I don’t see us being anything other than that. Trent and I separated to talk with other people. Stephanie and Elaina came after Trent went to hang out with the football team. We danced to a few songs before Stephanie pulled us aside to talk in private. “Girls, since I turned eighteen last week, I started my faze, and I can feel my mate. He is here tonight,” she whispered, and we all jumped around in excitement. Then I heard Trent coming over, “Paisley?” He yelled, and we all turned to him when Stephanie froze.

Stephanie POV I had once believed that some stories weren’t meant for people like me. I thought some lives were chosen, touched by fate, while the rest of us simply wandered, scraping together what little scraps of joy we could. I had believed my place was in the shadows—nameless, powerless, surviving day after day in that greasy diner, forever branded a rogue, forever dismissed. But standing at Tyler’s side, as the weight of a pack and a kingdom settled onto his broad shoulders, I knew better. Fate had always had its eye on me. And fate had carried me here, to this moment—where grief and glory met.

Stephan challenged me to fight with him; he said that if he wins, he will kill me, but if I win, I get to do whatever I want. I noticed that he was fueled with rage, which would distract him. I accepted the challenge because I knew that I wouldn't play fair. I wanted to distract him so that I could finish him off. The fight started with Stephan swinging at me. I quickly dodged the blow and retaliated by slashing his face with my claws. Blood gushed out of his wound. I smirked to see that. I attacked him this time around, making sure that I stabbed him with the little knife I hid on my waist.

Vivian had been so consumed by jealousy that her eyes turned red as she stood among those seeing me off, muttering to herself over and over again, "I should've been the Boss's wife. If only I had met the heir first." Now that she had been given a second life, she could not wait to seize what she believed was her rightful happiness. What she did not know was that meeting Luca was not the beginning of happiness at all. It was the start of an even more terrifying nightmare.

“I don’t… I don’t want this.” The words pierced me, sharper than any blade. Jordan look sunk, short of what to say to her next. “I didn’t either,” Finn admitted quietly, stepping forward. “None of us did, we were born this way. But you’ll adapt. We’ll teach you how. You’ll still be you, Steph, you’ll just be… more. Better. Faster and even stronger!” Stephanie’s breathing slowed, just enough for the fury in her eyes to dim. For one fleeting second, she almost looked calm. Almost.

At first I thought my question had upset him, and evidently he wouldn't answer. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked you that question. You don't have to bring me" I said lowering my gaze. I tried to break free from his grip, but he squeezed me tighter with his fingers. His warm touch sent a million sparks through my body. "Stephany? She's a friend. We grew up together" he replied When I heard that, I was completely shocked. I really didn't expect that answer. "Stephany is a witch, from witch and wolf parents. Our families were close friends, but she has always bothered me with her weird spells" he said again.

The shadow was still over his features and with the dim light of the hallway, she couldn't see much. The light played a sick trick on her senses, making him almost appear like a beast. She had to steady herself and not yell out for help. After all, it was just Chad, her step brother and her boss. He couldn't possibly hurt her in his own home. He had no reason to hurt her, she reminded herself quietly and remained still, as calm as she could with her heart hammering in her chest. "Do you know what happens at night to little strollers?" He asked, his tone low, a voice she almost couldn't catch if not that he was standing so close to her. "Huh? Do you have any idea what could happen to you out

But it was there, it was aching with an urgency that could only match the intensity he had brought to her earlier. She had never been with a man outside of the bedroom. Steve was traditional, the kind of man who thought sex had a time and a place. He came just short of scheduling their encounters-something she had once thought might have actually benefited their disintegrating sex life. Dante was opening a whole new world for her, showing her the power of spontaneity. And the ecstasy of multiple orgasms.

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.