Bound By Fate Book Novels & Stories

The fucking alpha thinks he gets to decide what Sage wants. “What if I met my fated mate? Do you think I should give Rowan up?” Sage forces the words out. Bloom blinks at him, clearly caught off guard by the question. “I… I don’t think anyone can answer that for you, Luna,” she whispers. “I think you should follow your heart, but I think fate doesn’t make mistakes.” Sage scoffs at the words because fate has made a mistake this time, but Sage has never been the one to let fate decide for him. He has always controlled his own fate.

"So if you could just marry us, we'll be on our way." The Priest shook his head vehemently. "I will not!" Sean glared at the man. "Very well." He turned towards me, still holding Anya's hand in his. "Nova,” he said. "I, Beta Sean, reject you as my mate and denounce our bonds given by the Moon Goddess. I no longer have any obligation to you." Every shred of hope and control I had left disappeared as my knees buckled and I slid to the floor, crying. My dad went for Sean again, and the church burst into commotion as men struggled to stop the fight.

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

Chapter 86: The Regret That Remains IRIS As the adage goes; no one knows tomorrow. Who knows the fearful cold would be at my mercy one day? Begging me to let him live? I thought he was strong? I thought he was ruthless and undefeatable? Why can't he defeat me now?

That’s when it caught my eye and I found it, hidden in a different section of the book, written in freehand, in a different ink and fading was the warning. *A powerful Fairy can break the fated bond between two if one dies to help the other live. However, even in death, this fated bond can not be severed, no matter what the records say. The living fated will still feel the connection and all the consequences that go with them. What each fated feels is different, from burning to the feeling of spiders or insects crawling on and under the skin, to the feeling of the skin being ripped off at a touch even when it's not… THE FATED ALWAYS FOLLOW EACH OTHER!*

“This bond was not woven on my loom. It was carved into existence before the first star burned. Before any of us had names. I cannot sever it. None of us can.” “You’re telling us we’re powerless?” the crow-feathered god asks, each syllable a blade. “I’m telling you,” I answer, “That if you try to cut what fate has bound, you’ll only drive them closer — and bring the ruin you’re trying to outrun.” The stormfire god’s heat spikes, searing the shadows. “Then what? Do we just wait? Watch? Pray?” “You can pray if it comforts you,” I tell them,

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

"One shall live alone, without a mate… and one shall die alone, without a mate." The moment she had spoken those words, I'd felt something inside me clench in protest-something dark and foreboding, as if the very essence of fate had whispered a warning in my ear. But this? No. This couldn't be fate. I clenched my fists to my sides, and my body grew tighter and tighter until it was unbearable. Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore. "What was that?" I snapped, turning my head slightly toward Freya, sharper than I had meant. "What did she mean by all that nonsense she spilled!

"You've already proven, twice now, that you refuse to be defined by prophecies written before anyone understood what a bound Ardenmere could do. I'm not accepting a Reckoning's terms as fixed until we understand exactly what it's asking, and exactly what happens if we simply refuse to choose." "Can you refuse fate," Rowan asked quietly. "I don't know," Kael said. "But I know Aria's mother built an entire binding specifically to reject the fate the Court assumed was inevitable. I'm not interested in assuming the Reckoning is any less rewritable." I felt something steady in his certainty, even as fear still coiled cold beneath my ribs, and reached for the binding's warmth in my chest, searchin

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.