Bound By Prophecy, Claimed By Fate Novels & Stories

She said good morning to everyone and kissed my cheek. "Okay since everyone is here let's begin" My mother clapped her hands to get everyone's attention "As you know yesterday was the full moon and some of us went wild" my father stated. "As of the result, someone was bitten" We all gasp out. "What?" Lynn shouted out. "Who did it?" Lucien asked looking at all of us suspiciously. "It wasn't me" Mila and Chloe answered. "No, it wasn't because the person who bit him is an Alpha and is sitting right in this room being quiet" My father drifted off and look at Peter.

Call upon me when in need. I'm always watching over you. How long will it take for this prophecy come to pass? Can two teenagers that come from completely different backgrounds bring the balance and harmony to the world as Selene has promised? What if they don't like one another despite the mate bond and the prophecy? If they can't get along with each other, there certainly is no hope for the rest of them.

In the library, where ancient texts lined the shelves, Aria sat beside Elena, poring over old prophecies. “Why are you looking here?” Elena asked. “Because the dream—the fire, the child—something about it feels tied to fate. Like a thread being pulled tight.” Elena flipped a dusty page. “Ah. The Prophecy of the Crimson Bond.” Aria leaned closer. > “When blood and bond entwine beneath the dying moon, A child born of shadow and light shall rise. Marked by the enemy, protected by fate— She shall stand where kings have fallen, And her howl shall silence the storm.”

Celeste stepped forward and took the braided silver cord from the altar. She held it before us looking at me with teary eyes. “By this binding, your lives are one. As Alpha and Luna, as mates, as protectors of the Tempest and Eclipse packs.” She spoke in a steady voice. She wrapped the cord around our joined hands. “What the great Lord joins together, let no man or wolf tear apart.” Thane immediately reached forward and cupped my face and kissing me. The packs erupted. Howls, cheers, the clash of staffs pounding against the ground.

It was so prominent that I felt like turning around and showing him my belly. Omega instincts to submission. "I may have tampered with your channels but you cannot take my wife." "If the moon goddess paired her to me today then it means that you are no longer seen fit to be her husband. She is mine now." The words rang in the air like a thunderclap. ‘She is mine now’. Kael’s voice hadn’t been loud, but it carried a weight of mountains, resolute, and final. My knees trembled, not from fear, but from the turmoil raging inside me.

"Malakar must not be freed. You must free our goddess. Speak her name, Oracle, and she shall come to you…" The noise from the wind picked up and I could barely hear their voices or even see them. "Answer me! Please!" "A prophecy… A prophecy… A prophecy…" "What prophecy?" I asked as their voice begin to fade. "In shadows deep, in whispers low, A prophecy begins to glow. Four souls, entwined by fate's decree, A woman, three men, bound by destiny.

Arrange my marriage without even telling me. "Are you avoiding me?" I asked as I came closer. "How can I? You will find me before I run." We both laughed. There was a weird silence afterward. "But father, why marriage? You know I can take care of this mess or don't you trust me?" He chuckled. "This is not about trust Emily. This is about your future. Don't you think this is a blessing from the moon goddess?" "What do you mean?" "Don't you think it is a miracle? You were about to become a second wife and now you are going to marry an alpha."

"One of you will die without ever having a mate… and the other will live without a mate." No matter how hard I tried to push the prophecy out of my head, the words dug deep into my psyche, refusing to be forgotten. I wished I could tell myself that she was wrong, that it was just a vague prediction, not set in stone. But she was the priestess. She doesn't lie. She doesn't make baseless statements. Her words hold power, drawn from a source so far beyond our understanding. I let out a sharp exhalation, running my fingers through my hair as frustration built inside me. *Stop thinking, Freya. You're only making your head ache more.*

They were too wrapped up in their twisted competition. Luca’s fists tightened, his jaw clenched as he shot back, “She was betrothed to me, Kael. I don’t care about the so-called mate bond. Aria and I were promised to each other when we were young. She’s supposed to be mine.” Kael scoffed, taking a step closer to him. “Promises made by others mean nothing when it comes to a bond as powerful as this,” he said, his voice low and filled with determination. “You have no claim to her. I’ve been searching for my mate for years, and now that I’ve found her, I’m never letting her go.”

she asked, voice thin. Rowan stepped forward, body blunt and sure. “A ceremony,” he said. “Old as the stones. It bonds a child to a pack. It keeps her safe in law.” Lyra’s eyes flicked to him, to Darius, to the elders. She looked like someone who had seen the future and refused to name it. “Bindings are not simple,” she said. “They call things awake. They tie power to law. Sometimes the law holds, sometimes it breaks.”