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I was directed to the shelf that contained books on mystical beings. I picked the first book I could lay my hands on and opened it to the chapter where vampires were discussed. "I guess you love fairy tales," I turned to see a young man, dressed in a black suit. His hands were in his pocket as he was grinning widely at me. I cocked my eyebrow. "Vampires aren't necessarily classified as fairy tales" I corrected him. "You could say so. I mean they're different, strange, and strong. They ain't human"

The End ###### Author’s Note Hello, dear reader! Fated Mates Torn By Hate is the first book among my ten books that I wrote that garnered the most views (and has the most words). I’ve been writing since September 2021 here in GoodNovel so you know how this means so much to me. And I thank you so much for that. *makes sobbing noises*

I could smell the old pages and the smell of mold made me scrunch up my nose. The writing was fancy, I turned back again to search for the author but there was none. The first page was just made up of two words. “The Vorath" I read aloud. I turned to the next page and I read. They said ‘Vorath’ ate feelings and life energy. Mostly dark energy. Not humans nor blood like ancient vampires but it fed on the spark that ignited in creatures, wolves, witches and humans. And that spark was fear, the dark side of everyone, turning insecurities into something more and fear into a weapon. The more hope withered, the more it grew.

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

Her body twitched, raw nerves alive, ass still stretched and used, and now tongue-fucked by a sorcerer who worshipped through degradation. Ravion took her mouth in a bruising kiss, his beard scraping her jaw. His cock, already hard again, pressed against her slick cunt. He thrust deep, balls slapping up against the backs of her thighs. She sobbed into his mouth, her body stretched between them — Ezryn licking her ass while Ravion fucked her open again. “Shit,” Ravion groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. “You’re even tighter than before. Stuffed full of cum, and still begging for cock.”

Our daughter could go through books faster than anyone that I personally knew, which was saying something. Violet and I had the idea of collaborating with a well-known supernatural fiction author to create a story specifically for Ava. The author was a werewolf herself, a seer actually, and used her craft to put out enough truth about us to make humans think that it was all make-belief. You could think of it like camouflage, providing just enough of a smokescreen if the humans seemed to notice anything. The majority would consider any commonalities as products of their overactive imaginations.

My toes curled, and my muscles tensed. As I pushed myself toward the edge, the fantasy shifted. I imagined Vence entering the room, seeing me like this, spread eagle and desperate. I imagined him laughing, a dark, hungry sound, before he stripped off his clothes to reveal a thick, throbbing cock that looked far too big for me to handle. "You like this toy, April?" the imaginary Vence asked, leaning over me. "Let's see how you handle the real thing."

Then I stand in front of my closet, trying to decide what to wear. Something easy to remove, he said. Or something he can rip off. I settle on a simple sundress—thin fabric, easy access. Nothing underneath. If he’s going to claim me, I want zero barriers between us. At eleven-thirty, I slip out of my room. Dad’s office light is still on—he’s working late as usual. Perfect. I shift to wolf form and run. The cabin sits exactly on the border between Crescent Falls and Silver Ridge territory. It used to be a hunting lodge, decades ago, before the packs formalized their boundaries. Now it’s abandoned, forgotten by everyone except those who know where to look.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

“We have a more serious matter to look into right now. First of all, what kind of creatures are these? They do not quite look like us.” “I suspect that they are Nikjin’s minions,” said Monah, the general of Vak’s warriors. “From the little intelligence that I have been able to gather from my spies, your brother’s army of evil werewolves is a distorted version of our kind.” Vak sighed. “I thought that the rumors were just embellished to scare us, but it seems like they may be true. These beasts have unnatural strength and if it had not been for our numbers, they could have overpowered us and killed us all.”