The Mairage Novels & Stories

“Hello, Master Blair. I’m in charge of the church building works at Mair Manor. I just want to call to tell you that we should finish building the church in two days. We’ve started to add furnishing to the place. If you have time, you can visit with your fiancee and point out any issues. We can amend to your preference accordingly.” Blair pressed his lips tightly. To give Mable a romantic wedding, he named the manor with their names and built a church in the estate.

“So, when’s the celebration?” “The what?” “The mate ceremony,” Mirae said, as if it were obvious. “Don’t tell me you’re skipping it. Emry, it’s tradition! Blessing under the moon, vows before the pack — it’s practically the only good thing the elders still do that involves dancing and wine.” Emry froze halfway through reaching for a piece of bread. “I hadn’t thought about it.” Mirae stared at her. “You what? You sealed a divine bond and didn’t think about the ceremony? Gods, I leave for a few months and you turn into one of those stoic prophecy types.”

“It is natural for a maiden to give herself over to her husband on that sacred night. No one could accuse you of lacking modesty when it is ordained by the Goddess.” I had just smiled at him, letting him see my anxiety, not knowing how further to demure. Because he’s right – the Night of the Stag, like Midwinter, is a sacred night of misrule when the courtly expectations of our kingdom are loosened somewhat. People turn a blind eye to some misdeeds – and a bride-to-be giving herself to her new husband is certainly one of them. Expected, even. God, what am I going to do? I’m not sure even Margot is going to be able to get me out of this one. Under the heady haze of the sacred tincture, Mahl’s

She had not seen her husband for more than two months, which is not surprising, since he had recently received the position of adviser to the head of the Western Lands. Their hasty marriage could not be called a happy one, if the dark ones have such at all. Malia was barely sixteen at the time of the marriage ritual, and in essence she was still a child. However, her father and fiancé did not care much, because this marriage was beneficial to both families.

rehearsed. "Mr. Marwick," Alessandro began, his voice dropping into a dangerous hush that filled every corner of the room, "I am already married. My wife is pregnant. Are you seriously telling me I should cast away my destined mate—my child’s mother—for someone who walked into our lives a few months ago?" The elders’ expressions soured, lips tightening as if they had tasted ash. They looked at him like he had spit in their sacred temple. "You can reject her," came another voice, this time Elder Orrin, who barely met his eyes. "The Moon Goddess has a plan. Saint Cosette deserves her rightful place."

“With how protective you are of your precious baby brother, how would you accept me as his future partner? Not only are we both men, but you also always complain I am not good ‘husband material’ and that you drew the short end of the stick by having to marry me! Not to mention how much you were looking forward to the wedding, investing so much effort into–” Maery’s feathers were ruffled, and she jumped to clarify, “You make it sound like I was looking forward to marrying you!! Bah! If it weren’t for the union of two cities, who’d want to marry you?! I wasn’t looking forward to the wedding itself! I was looking forward to getting this nightmare over and done with! After the wedding, we can fi

Mariana smirked. "There is one!" Everyone looked at her confused. "Mira!" Maya's eyes widened in horror when she said that. "Mira wasn't even in the option, what are you saying?" "Oh please, come on!" Mariana scowled. "Just come out of your ancient era... That girl is still young and the death of her husband doesn't give anyone any right to stop her from getting married again!" "Kya baat kar rhi hai ye... Mira kaise shaadi kar sakti hai?..." (What is she even saying... How can Mira get married?)

“And the ceremony will still happen. I want them to be together, Father.” “I don’t understand,” the old man stammers, his head shaking back and forth. “If you are stepping down, how can the ceremony happen? Pierre cannot mate with an empty air.” “I want veils for the mating ceremony,” I state clearly. Father Thomas looks even more lost, his brows drawing so close together they practically meet above his nose. “Veils? Minthe, our pack rituals do not use veils. That is a human custom from the old lands. Why would we—“

He's now Emily and James's son. Apparently, they grew a liking toward him. "You see my mom and dad got married by contract." Aria advertised with a smile on her face. Charlotte nodded. "Yep. I've definitely heard that before." Aria chuckled. "I know, but now I'm happy that their marriage is real. At first, the contract thing confused me, you know? Especially after learning that contracts expire. I can't believe I get to watch." She beamed, then looked at her parents' happy faces.

he says, and that finally tears my eyes away from the mirror, as he unknowingly confirms my suspicion about Maia. “Oh, well. I suppose it doesn’t matter now, does it? Maia is going to marry Charon and fulfill the purpose for which her parents died. Dimitris will secure his kingdom. If she really is your mate, your bond will break when she and Charon mark each other, and her wolf will recognize him as her mate,” he adds, and everything stops at his last sentence. . . .......... Paris .........