The Untamed In English Novels & Stories

His lips parted as he started to murmur a spell. That black tattoo started to move and soon left his skin. The demonic Eagle was flapping his massive black flame wings in front of his face. "Fetch chaos where not much demolition can be held out and don't annihilate. Send signals if the soulmate comes." He ordered his pet. His voice was gravelly and sluggish. His pet heightened up in the ear and with that, it flew away. Evandros took out his handkerchief from inside his robe and wrapped it around his face. He passed one last glimpse at the back of the manor before clambering off the huge walls of the manor and strolling down the empty streets.

Princess Limiel said Excitedly "How does it feel?!'' She looked like a kid hahaha aww how cute! "As we met I calmly cast the summoning spell 'Ar, tul setta lye ye hlar ninya fasta moina ana moina lav ninya ello ye eä!' I was so focused and eager to have a familiar after telling the spell we were waiting for my familiar and nothing happened but then, suddenly a glow appeared in front of us and there's a letter, message or whatsoever, it says, He/She who seek an equal and long-lasting love shall pass under task. "He/She must kill the untamed who live under darkness and Under curse thy thee shall grant each he/she an everlasting equal bond", But beware for the untamed sturdy and sagacious he/sh

Her wolf was excited and practically prancing around, the word mate resoundingly clear as it floated through her head. Candy came to a stop, how could her mate be another woman? She tilted her head to the side, she had never thought her mate would be a woman, but the way she smelled left no doubt in her mind this was her mate. She wiped the sweat off of her brow and moved forward noticing the demon standing beside her as her mate caught her bearings.

The thought was a fresh wound. If only. The two most useless words in the English language. If only I hadn’t been so focused on keeping appearances. If only I hadn’t taken her quiet devotion for granted. If only I had fought for her. Then she would have worn my scent a thousand times, a silent claim the world would recognize.

I never imagined that Mom would wipe her tears and call me wasteful, while Dad took out his belt and beat me until I was covered in bruises. He even yelled that I was nothing but a parasite leeching off them. After that, William grabbed me by the collar and shoved me straight out the door. As I tumbled down the villa's steps and landed in the muddy, filthy water on the ground, Selene walked over, surrounded by a protective circle of maids. She pretended to help me up but leaned close to my ear and whispered a cruel truth, "Do you know why they won't let you study abroad? It was because I told them I was under so much stress from how outstanding you were that I broke out in acne.

Power radiated off him in waves, intoxicating, terrifying. “You’re lucky you’re my mate,” he growled lowly, his voice brushing down my spine like smoke. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be showing this much restraint.” My pulse stuttered. The truth of his words mate crashed through me like lightning. He straightened, the tension in his jaw sharp enough to cut through steel. “Be ready,” he said finally, voice rough with command. “Pack your things. I have business to finish with your Alpha before we leave.” With a nod, he gestured to a tall, rugged man waiting behind him his Beta, perhaps to help me gather my few belongings. My world fit into a single suitcase. The perks of being unwanted.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

The ground trembles faintly beneath my boots. And then chaos erupts. "Positions!" Ethan's roar tears through the noise, his Alpha command wrapping around everyone like iron. I barely have time to react before the first rogue breaks through the trees, massive, feral, it's eyes glowing red under the fading light. The warriors collide with it mid-stride, but more shadows slip through behind it. Too much. Too fast. The air fills with snarls and the metallic tang of blood as bodies clash, claws raking against flesh.

His wolf hated it—hated her kneeling, hated her begging for a man who had dared poison his pack. “Yes.” Her voice cracked, but she pressed forward, speaking through the lump rising in her throat. “Because I know what it means to be a rogue. I know what it feels like to have your name stripped, your home stolen, your worth questioned. To walk into every pack’s territory knowing you’ll be chased, beaten, or worse—hunted like an animal. I lived that life. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Not even him.” Her words struck deeper than anything yet.