Three Pure Ones Novels & Stories

They nodded and he cleared his throat, “I found these off the internet, but they work perfectly for you five. These are the hands of your best friends, full of love for one another today, tomorrow, and forever. These hands will work together alongside one another as you build your future together. These hands will wipe the tears of both happiness and sorrow from one another’s eyes. These hands will give each of you support, encouragement, and strength when need be. Just as these hands are young and strong now, they will still be reaching for one another when you are old and wrinkled, giving you the same unconditional love as they give you today. Now, do you take this woman to be your lawful

That was the second indicator. "What?" I said. Kyle looked at Lucian. Lucian gave him a single nod. "A group calling themselves the Pure Line," Kyle said. "They've been operating quietly across three continents since the reconstruction began. Tonight they made their first public statement." He held out the communication. "Directed at the supernatural world's leadership. Directed at Aurora specifically. Directed at Jayden by name." Jayden was asleep against Lucian's chest. "He's just twelve hours old, and this is happening to him now?" I said. My voice came out very flat.

Permiton continues, “The barrier that protects Altinna was first erected by a fae with silver eyes, just like Maerilee’s. This fae was a powerful sorceress, and she was connected to not one, not two, but four different men. Each of them was her One, and together, they were able to create the barrier that has protected our kingdom for centuries.” A hush falls over the room as his words sink in. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I absorb what he’s saying. Four Ones. The idea seems impossible, yet here I am, sitting beside two men who both strengthen my magic in ways I can’t fully understand. Could it be true? Could I be meant to have more than one One, just like this ancient fae? My mother

"Come this way." And that is my queue.l enter the interview not paying too much attention to it but to the interviewers. First, there is a blondie who kept leering at me. He was wearing a white suit. From the information, l have gathered he is Anata Fidaku. The last-born child of Fidaku and the heir to this company. Then two women are not much of an importance l have to get close to the fourth person in the room the one who does all the dirty work. Shiba Fidaku is the first child of the Fidaku. He was seated at the center there and there fixing his hair as he leans back on his chair.

Third Person’s POV “Jordan, baby, I’m so happy we got married. You’ve made me the happiest woman alive. I love you to the moon and back.” Fiona’s voice came out in hushed whispers as she poured wine into Jordan’s glass and settled herself on his lap, her perfume wrapping around him like a trap he couldn’t escape. They had arrived at Flamingo, the five-star hotel Jordan had rented out entirely for their honeymoon. Fiona had made it her mission to have her husband to herself, away from the world, away from excuses.

I walked up to the artist and collected the portraits that he had made. I walked over to three men that seemed capable and gave it to them. “I know you all have families and children and to keep them safe. We must fight. You three need to find these people. They are part of the key to us winning at the end.” The three men nodded and smiled back at them. I turned to walk out of the place and Take followed me instead of staying behind. “What is going on, Mima?” I don't understand how and why… what's going on?”