Destined Mates Novels & Stories

There was something between us, something I didn’t understand and was afraid to confront. Kaivan took my hand in his, his touch warm and grounding. “In our world,” he said slowly, carefully, “there’s a concept called ‘fated mates.’ It’s more than just love, more than attraction. It’s a bond that’s written in the stars, preordained by forces far beyond our control.” I blinked, trying to wrap my mind around what he was saying. “Fated mates?” “Yes.” His grip on my hand tightened slightly, as if he were afraid I might pull away. “It means that you and I… we were meant to be together. It’s a connection that’s unbreakable, a bond that ties our souls together.”

“My bad.” Victoria sighed again. She’d finally given up on trying to fight me. I could hear her rubbing her eyes through the phone. “A fated mate,” she said gently. “Is different than a chosen mate. It is someone who the universe has destined you to be with. People who are with their chosen mates are said to be able to awaken their deeper, more wonderous powers.”

And it would have to do. I rubbed a hand down my face and laughed under my breath. I’ve never had to ask a girl out before. I never needed to. Destiny did the work for werewolves. We had fated mates. No need for pickup lines or awkward teenage confessions. You met your mate and that was it. Instant. Instinctive. Irrevocable. But Diana wasn’t part of that world. She was gloriously human… complicated, unpredictable, heartbreakingly free.

But deep within her heart, she knew where her true allegiance lay, guided by the unmistakable pull of destiny. As the tension reached its zenith, Samantha's gaze met that of her true mate, a silent understanding passing between them like a whisper in the wind. In that fleeting moment, she glimpsed the promise of a future filled with boundless love and unfettered joy, a destiny intertwined with his.

I said a bunch of stuff in a rush because I was suddenly freaked out when the idea of us being Destined Mates came up. “In the vast world of genetics, it is estimated that only one percent of individuals are destined to be mates. Even if they are geographically distant, they will be able to locate each other. It's well-documented that their instinct to find a mate is particularly strong, especially since they can detect each other's scent.” Elina explained, she flipped her notes towards the front. “Mr. Shiloh is able to detect your pheromones in a unique way, which could be an indication of a potential romantic connection between the two of you.” I couldn't th

“Wait what I was the first person you had sex with? Surely not you were so good I doubt that was your first time. To answer your question now is not the time in a few months we will be able to sense our mate let’s leave it until then we could both have a mate out there then what?” “I won’t accept that princess I think you are mated to Destin and i and if not I don’t want my mate I will happily reject them I don’t want anyone else but you” “That’s a high possibility I feel a deep connection to the both of that’s unlike anyone else’s but there’s still a possibility we aren’t mates and I don’t want you or I to reject anyone the moon goddess pairs us for a reason and should I not be your fated C

“Whereas werewolves are not only born with destiny, but also with their true mate.” Yoren pressed his lips tightly together. He had many reasons he wanted to voice to refute Gwyneth’s words, yet his tongue felt bound. “Destiny can play games,” Gwyneth continued. “But when it comes to true mates, it never acts carelessly.” She lifted her hand slightly as if tracing an invisible line in the air. “Destiny has many ways to bring mates together, bind them and separate them.” Then, in a tone that almost sounded like a warning, she added, “Perhaps this illness is the way destiny has chosen for you.”

he asked. It took a few seconds before I thought of an alibi to answer him. He was obviously surprised by what I asked him. “What if you didn't find me? What if you didn't recognize me? Do you think you have another mate now?" I asked him. "I think it's impossible for that to happen, Crema," he answered. "What do you mean? Why is it impossible?" I asked confused. "It is impossible for us not to meet because we were destined. The prophecy is infallible, Crema. There is only one mate and that cannot be changed. I already told you Mates are for life," he replied with a smile.

Destined mates Who could have known what a rejection could lead to. Hatred, fury, desire, longing, betrayal, confusion, love, hate and destruction. Those words describe my life perfectly. One mistake and my life turned upside down. Now I'm running so she can't kill me but she isn't the only one hunting me. From the beginning I had one mate but in the end I have three and they all want me. Poppy, a tribrid; vampire, werewolf and witch. She has three mates, one of each species and one of them is the very last of his kind.

Emboldened by the whiskey, I blurted out, "Unless you have a miracle cure for being a genetic dead end, move along." His eyebrows inched up, intrigued and not leaving me. “Well since you won’t leave , I guess I should tell you a little bit about my life ...” The words rushed out of me. I started telling the strange man the sad details about my life. “ I thought I am supposed to be a wolf shifter, destined to find my true mate. Except every mate I'd ever had ended up horribly killed through no fault of my own. I was the proverbial black widow - a cursed woman doomed to a life of loneliness and misery. “ I yelled in tears.