Varian Fanfic Novels & Stories

“No. You’re a dead man walking. And those shares? They’ll be nothing but a parting gift to your son… and your sweet little wife.” Then his hand slid tight around Victoria’s ass, and the red washed over me. My vision tunneled. I wanted to break his fucking face right there. Wanted to cave it in until nobody could recognize him again. “Oh relax, Corian,” Victoria’s voice swerved in. “You shouldn’t get yourself worked up. How’s your heart by the way?” “My heart’s fine, you two-timing bitch,” I hissed, chest slamming. Vance tilted his head, smirk deepening. “Take it easy cousin. You don’t want to drop on that spot and show your little world how frail you are.”

Then she pushed me back trembling. But I wasn’t letting go. I pressed her gently against the wall, close enough to breathe and sniff all over her in her human scent. “What’s your name?” I demanded. “My name…is… C….Corvina Vardan,” she stammered. “You almost hit me with your car!” I heard her saying. Her voice trembled, but her eyes were fierce. She looked terrified and brave all at once. I stared at her, my instincts warring with my reason. She smelled human, but her touch… her touch had awakened something ancient inside me.

“Yes. I believe I might know who she truly is… and the secret of her blood.” His heart stilled. He stepped away from the fire and crossed the room, sinking into the wooden seat opposite her. The thunderstorm outside had not relented; the wind howled beyond the thick stone walls, rattling the shutters. "Then I think I have time for this tonight." --- In a cave deep in the forest, Varian sat by the fire, warming himself against the cold. He felt a sudden presence—and before he could react, a heavy blow landed on his face, sending him reeling.

Varian with his hands around my waist looked at me with a mix of apology and self frustration. “Varian…” I called out to him hopefully, but he couldn't even bear to meet my eyes. His words filled him but his actions did not. We were not fate mates. But in that split second he held me even closer. “This doesn't change anything between the two of us Thalia, I still love you with all of my heart and a mate bond does nothing to change that,” Tears instantly welled up in my eyes. “Varian…what if…what if you meet your fated mate in future? They say the bond is unescapeable. Shouldn't we just end things here now before going too far?”

Selene It took the greatest ounce of restraint in my body which stopped me from walking across the library lounge and wiping the pathetic look off Fantine's face. The quiet investigation was just concluded and amidst the mini chaos of my secret arrival under the name of Sarah Jenkins, Riley Porter decided to be Riley Porter. I stared at the man which crazily turned out to be my sister's fated mate with an incredulous look on my face. She couldn't believe how poor our father's training of her was, because why him of all people? Yikes!

He wasn't wearing the glasses that had hidden his eyes. "She is not a maid," Lord Voss corrected his son, who frowned and tilted his head. His eyes briefly landed on me before he turned back to his father. "She is Celene's daughter from her fated mate." That was all it took for Lord Voss to change the look on Dorian's face.

He was with a gorgeous woman and they were holding each other's hands tightly. "Allyson Veron. A Russian model. Six feet in height. Cup C and likes sex," Tin bluntly said before glancing back at the woman beside her. "Are you listening, Rhezi?" she asked, but it seemed like the woman could not really understand what her friend said. Her eyes bore to the two people that was walking the aisle as if they owned the place. They looked good together. She should be happy from the sight but unfortunately, bitterness filled her being.

But not today. I spun around, violently ripping my dress from her grip as I glared holes straight into her face. "Asteria, I am giving you one final, lethal warning! Keep your filthy hands off my husband, or I swear to God I will completely lose my mind on you!" An ugly, grating laugh escaped her lips, her eyes twisting into something entirely malicious as she reached out to grab my sleeve again. "Oh, please! Fine, I'll openly admit it—I have a massive crush on him. So what are you going to do about it, Kia? Ares France Vuertalejo is a literal god. He is drop-dead gorgeous. Do you honestly think a high-caliber man like him actually wants to stay shackled to a boring loser like you forever? T

Warren’s POV I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the reports stacked in front of me. Vienna had drunk-texted me last night, basically admitting she was still attracted to me. It was bold, unexpected. And honestly, it sent my confidence soaring. I shook my head in disbelief at my own luck. First, I’d run into her completely by chance, and now this message? My love life had been a mess for years. Maybe—just maybe—the scales were finally tipping in my favor.

Liam's confession unraveled a complex tapestry of emotions, intertwining past engagements with the undeniable pull of fate that drew him toward me. "Why did she go with Daniel if you were engaged?" I asked, my voice carrying a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. "Because I felt you," Liam replied with a sincerity that echoed through the room. "Did you feel me?" "Vallen's father was my father's scribe. When my father passed away and I assumed the throne, I chose Vallen as my scribe." As he spoke, the weight of the choices he made for the kingdom and the intricacies of his relationship with Vallen became clearer.