Twin Flame Runner Novels & Stories

Keiran pressed again, raising a brow. I exhaled and muttered under my breath, “Well… Felix is kind of my…” I trailed off, then squeezed my eyes shut and blurted it out quickly, like ripping off a bandage. “Felix is my fated mate.” Opening my eyes cautiously, I saw his face darken. I panicked. “Ex-fated mate! I mean—! I rejected him before coming here. Actually, that’s the whole reason I ran away. He’s my twin’s boyfriend, and he was going to reject me, so I beat him to it and—”

“Spawned by the one who gave us breath. Vanished from life but spared from death. The Ethereal one gives she who is promised. To wield the power of the Triple Goddess. Where the moon is three, two will come. Once the seal is made, destiny is done. With one comes death, pain and destruction. The other comes life, love and devotion. Peril will end and the wolf will thrive. But for peace to reign, only one can survive” Galterio didn’t recite the actual prophecy, he only told me the meaning. Or what he thought was the meaning. I can understand how he may have thought it was about Mates. But hearing it for myself is different. It's not about Mates. Not even close. My stomach dropped and I had a d

Àsàké; No you must not because the children in you will fulfill the prophecy. Oluwafunke: Children? You mean I'm with twin? Àsàké: Yes! They're twin, a boy and a girl. They will grow to love themselves in any situation they find themselves. Funke placed her hands on her tommy and smiled. Her mother also placed her hands on her daughter's tommy and smiled. Àsàké: Out here, they'll learn the true meaning of suffering. They'll have the leadership trait, strength and wisdom to rule.

I asked eagerly. "It's more of a transfer," he explained. "We would transfer the genes to a vessel and distribute it to our army." My heart sank. "Would you be the vessel?" I asked, afraid of the answer. "Of course not," he retorted. "It has to be a transfer based on love. Our vessel would be Trevor Coleman." I stared at him in shock. "What do you mean?" I asked, struggling to comprehend his words. Well," he said, a twisted grin on his face. "We both know that he will come after you. And I'll be waiting for him. Both of you would die on the day of the blood moon. A perfect love story."

Why is he hiding from me? Why doesn’t he reduce my pain? Why don’t you unite us? Why are you keeping us away from each other? Why are you causing this misery? Please God, I want to meet him in person. I want to love him. Please send him near me. Please reduce my pain. I started manifesting my destined partner into my life. Little did I know that it’s going to cost me heavily in my future. My pain started subsiding. I felt tired. It felt like all my energy was sucked from me.

How could they discard me, just because I wasn’t what people expected? By the time I reached the safety of my room, the anger within me had festered into something darker. I was tired of being second-best. My worst nightmare was becoming my reality with each passing day. The thought burned like acid, searing through my mind. I had spent years convincing everyone I was the better twin. I wasn’t just Elara. I was Adrian’s perfect girlfriend, the promising future Luna of the Black Mountain Pack, the dutiful daughter who shone brightly in our family.

Year 1955, Little Esperia, Megalo Milos… A body lay on a set of wooden planks at the center of the warehouse. A black cloth covered it. Someone lifted one corner. The face beneath mirrored my husband's. He was Marco Rossini, Giovanni Rossini's twin brother. The man standing beside the planks dabbed at the corner of his eye with a handkerchief, as if grief had stolen his voice. He was one of the Angelis family's Capos. He was my husband, Giovanni Rossini.

For the first time in five years, my dreams were free of him. Two days before my departure, a message from the Neutral Territory arrived. All healers applying for the program were required to submit a complete medical report. I thought little of it until my routine checkup at the clinic. One result shattered everything. "Congratulations, Luna Jean," the healer said, her voice trembling with barely contained excitement. "You're twelve weeks pregnant, with… twins." Her eyes gleamed with awe, as though witnessing a miracle. "Have you heard the prophecy?" she whispered. "The one that spread across the packs? A Luna would bear twins—not ordinary heirs, but children destined to change the fate of

As in our previous lives, my sister and I were held captive, unable to move, by chains inscribed with ancient runes that locked away our spirits. The Demons' commander burst into raucous laughter, taunting the Celestial Guards, saying, "Be smart and scurry back to your Celestial Realm. I've only come for the Twin Flowers of Chaos this time. If anyone's feeling brave, step right up!" I surveyed the crowd; they were battered and bloodied, their spirits nearly broken, and nobody dared to make a move. It had been ages since a new God of War had risen in the Celestial Realm, leading to this dire predicament.

But Ava knew that beneath the polished marble and the velvet sectionals, a digital cancer was eating away at her marriage. She looked down at the black ledger in her hand. It was no longer just a collection of memories. It was a complete blueprint of her sister's obsidian soul. Amelia believed that by banishing Ava to the concrete sanctuary, she had stripped her of her power. But she had actually given her the greatest asset an investigator could ask for: absolute, uninterrupted time to hunt down the flaw that would tear the twin who took it all down to the ground.