Stormlight Archive Fanfic Romane & Geschichten

Alaric * "I, Moana Renee Wayne, daughter of Alpha Ambrose Wayne of the Silver Moon Pack, take back my rejection and accept James Alaric Stark as my mate." She tried again, but it didn’t work as well. We both kept looking at each other with a frown, not able to understand what exactly was happening with our bond. I would have discussed it with her a little more, but then I realized that she was pregnant. Stress wouldn’t be great for her health or our baby's.

Hopefully, Jacob won’t be home with his annoying little girlfriend; I didn’t have the patience for her right now. The rain decided to pick up just before I stepped outside. I darted across the driveway towards my truck. Hopefully, it wouldn’t last long as I had plans to meet some of the new representatives in town later with Lucas. We had sparked up a few conversations with a few of the girls the other night before Ayla ruined everything. Surely my mate has to be around here somewhere; I can’t be an unmated Alpha. Everyone knows a bonded Alpha is a stronger Alpha. Archer’s POV

Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha (Book 1) Marked By The Shadowed Alpha (Book 2) 🌹 ONCE, HE BEGGED FOR HER LOVE. NOW IN THIS LIFE, SHE BEGS FOR HIS 🌹 Written By Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella). My name is Obsidian Sigil of Liora. They say he’s cruel. That no one knows where he came from. But I remember how he looked at me, like I was the only thing he ever wanted.

"One look at that man from across the halls of the ballroom, and I knew what it meant. I knew I had to have him. Knew he was my mate. Dakarai and I consummated the mate bond that night. And I had never experienced something so beautiful. So magical. Little did I know that Dakarai was the King of Zambele, and already married. At least, I didn't know that until he woke up and started panicking. Cursing at himself for cheating on Talatu. He apologized profusely for what happened, and begged me not to say a word about it. He can't leave his wife for me, because Talatu had already sacrificed so much for him. I was heartbroken, and I laid in bed watching as my mate got dressed and left to be with

Archer sobbed, trying to get free but losing the fight. “I’ll find you!” he screamed as Ariadne and Kurnich walked out into the freezing tundra outside the pack house. “I’ll find you!” [CW- Please note this story will contain violence (on screen, cartoonish, and visceral), body horror, themes of abuse (parental and spousal), themes of bullying, and themes of childhood trauma. Please look after yourself while reading.]

That was what I loved about Sarah—she never sugarcoated anything. "Victoria is sleeping with her stepfather Richard," she began counting off on her fingers, her wolf eyes gleaming with mischief, "while simultaneously trying to form a mate bond with Arthur, who is still technically your mate, while Emma Shadowcrest is aggressively pursuing Arthur despite knowing he's marked to you, and Florian Stormhowl is mysteriously interfering with everyone." I burst out laughing at her summary. "When you put it that way, it does sound completely absurd." "That's because it is absurd," Sarah replied, joining in my laughter. "The Moonstone Pack makes those human reality shows look tame by comparison."

"They thought we were a scandal." She looked at her family. The fortress of broken pieces that had become a castle. "Let them see," Aria whispered, "that we were actually a love story." Noah kissed her. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of violet and fire. The war was over. The legacy was secure. And as the first stars appeared above the estate, Aria Stone-West knew that the best chapters were still unwritten. But she wasn't worried. She had the pen.

My wounds ache, thigh, arm, shoulder, but they’re minor, already clotting. “We rewrote it,” I say, grinning despite the pain. “No doomed ending.” Zane smirks, possessive. “You’re ours, novel or not.” Ardyn nods, prince’s calm returning. “The story’s yours now.” We limp back to the caves, Ardyn’s knights securing the area, collecting the lord’s artifacts and the elites’ gear for evidence. The storm clears, moonlight guiding us. My fangirl heart soars, villain down, harem mine, ending changed.

"If you refuse the Formatting, the 'Entropy' of your emotions will eventually destroy the world. The Seventh Brother, the Shadow-Prime, the Harvest... these were all tests you barely survived. The next chapters will be harder. You will lose more than you gain. Is the 'Mess' truly worth the agony?" "Yes," I said. The Architect waved a hand, and the white void shifted. Suddenly, I saw a vision of the Milestone. I saw a world of ash and bone. I saw Félix’s daggers broken in the snow. I saw the Heart-Tree burning. "This is the statistical end of your path, Emma," the Architect whispered. "Without my intervention, the North will fall. You are choosing a tragedy over a masterpiece." "I'm choosing

She hesitated, afraid of injuring the warrior. "Do it. I do not want that thing inside of me." Storm attacked the stain, breaching the outer rings and burning them clean with healing light. The tiny parasites tried to dig deeper into the brain in an effort to escape. As they scattered, she could see to the core of the jaguar-man. The parasites tried to keep the light out of the jaguar-man's memories and hide what the demon had done, but, unexpectedly, the jaguar-man joined his strength with Storm’s, using his well-developed telepathic abilities and their newly established blood tie.