Taurus Woman Scorpio Man Novels & Stories

No one saw the identical light that encircled their pupil and glowed twice, further cementing their bond. Electricity ran up their arms, ricocheting through their body, almost making standing impossible. It was definitely a bond. A bond between the sorceress of the sea and Werewolf kind. As Jairus continued the introduction, Taisiya smiled, shared a few greeting words, and made some jest. She carried on easy conversations, all the while anticipating the moment she could slip away. This was becoming tumultuous. She was overwhelmed, her emotions suddenly betraying her. She was not prepared for this. Never in her lifetime had she ever had designs of having a mate, nor once had she ever thought

“When’s your birthday?” She blinked. “Why?” “Pact partners share intel,” he said. “Basic stuff.” She hesitated, then said, “July. Cancer.” “Figures,” he muttered. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Moody. Emotional. Always pretending you’re tougher than you feel.” She glared. “And you? Let me guess. Scorpio?” He smirked. “November. Nailed it.” “Explains everything,” she shot back. Their laughter bounced off the tiles, quiet but real. For the first time in weeks, it didn’t feel like the walls were closing in.

Not to his brain but to his body which wanted this woman with every breath it can take. It's plain torture. Seeing a woman he wants so damn much but can't have. Being with her, spending time with her. Not to mention, having to fight the cougar tooth and nail every damn time they were close to her. Every time they scent her sweet, flowery fragrance. The cougar does not seem to mind that this woman does not carry their scent. In fact, that part of him has turned completely deaf whenever it comes to that subject. His cougar just wants to take this woman—in their bed, on the floor, on the table...anywhere at all.

She gasped for air and her arms automatically buckled in his chest as her body crashed into his. She lifted her gaze, meeting those mesmerizing eyes. “I’m just... nervous,” she mumbled. And she was almost honest about it. Her fear was as great as her anxiety. “Let me tell you something.” Scott looked down so he could rest his forehead on her head. “We are mates, and that is the destiny determined by the Moon Goddess. And as you know, the Moon Goddess is like God for humans, and for us, she is supreme. Not a single werewolf can oppose that unless we reject our partner ourselves.”

It was now or never, Taiga needed to act now, before the score on the board keeps widening. The Wolves faltered. The Predators pulled to a 10-point lead, 60–50. Taiga’s fists clenched, chest heaving. His pride screamed against the iron wall Rei imposed on them. He lunged again and again, only to be stripped, blocked, or outpaced. Sweat dripped into his eyes, blurring his vision. Taiga was ready, stopping in the middle of the court, he let out a sigh, body temperature spiking, submerged in immerse focus, he was drawn into hell, body burning as he got into the void, Crimson eyes glinting with determination, unbeknown to him, his pheromones had gone haywire, targeting Rei with an intent to domi

‘Plus, I would rather not catch fleas. I laughed. My wolf had a mouth on him. “Taurus you wuss, do you always do everything by the rules? What happened to living in the moment? What happened to being a ruthless rebel?” Taurus was known to be one of the strongest wolves in our pack, next to my father's wolf, Titan. ‘Look, Nigel. There are just some lines I won't cross, and sleeping with a human is one of them. I prefer wolf pussies, just like how the great Moon Goddess intended it to be.’

The Moon Goddess herself. Beside her stood a man, tall and strong, his aura radiant with golden fire. His eyes bore into Lisa’s with both strength and tenderness, his presence balancing the Goddess’s ethereal glow with unshakable power. This was her lover, the one the old stories had whispered about but never named. Together, they radiated harmony—the eternal bond of light and fire, moon and sun, goddess and mate. Lisa’s knees bent instinctively, her head bowing low. “My Lady… my Lord…”

I couldn't have that, so I slowly got up from my chair to intervene. The man throws the woman out of the cabana, causing her to land hard on the sand. If that's not enough, he menacingly walks towards her and raises his foot with the obvious intent to work on her. "Stop!" I roared, my wolf's dark eyes becoming visible. “Don't you dare!” Within seconds, I reached the man and pushed him off the woman. She's a werewolf while he is human. What the hell! This is a strange couple, never before have I seen a she-wolf in a relationship with a human. It happened the other way around, yes, albeit rare but not impossible.

Her little groan must have alerted the man , as he quickly turned his head to her side with a suprised look all over he's face . " Miss !! Miss!!! " He called out , gently approaching her . At least she'll be in a safe hand , she thought . Before giving in to the darkness beckoning her. In between giving in to the darkness and holding to the tiny strand of sanity that she had left ,she saw something astonishing on the man's neck . A scorpion tattoo. That's weird. Who would get a scorpion tattoo that looks so real on their face ??? She finally succumb to the darkness,not before hearing a soft curse from the man.

Orion only rubbed the back of Willa’s back, giving her a smile. “What will you give me?” Scorpia spoke louder. “You have crimes stacked against you. I can only do so much even if you are my mate,” she choked back a cry. “Anything you desire. I’ll work the soil to produce crops, I’ll sweat in the days light sources tending to animals, anything, Scorpia, anything.” The back of Scorpia’s fingers ran down Mortus’ face. Shocks of pleasure ran through him, leaning closer to the small area of skin gracing his face.