Fate Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

com/GoldenPhoenix Thank you. Best of luck, XXX I closed my mails and I felt that invisible positive energy flowing without hindrances. I felt that energy and I am grateful. Grateful that everything is flowing calmly. Even with this unimaginable contract, I still want to pursue writing. Even I did not finish my college course, I will still create my life. I can imagine my future now. After this contract, I will live in a faraway country or remote place away from everything that has hurt me. I will leave from this city soon. I will start anew. Something unexplainable ignited inside me-- HOPE.

I step out of Brax’s embrace and wrap my arms around Tristan, “I love you big bro.” “I love you too little moon.” He says as he kisses the top of my head and heads towards the door. Brax and I settle back onto the couch, and I find myself contemplating what Luna Maria said as I run my hand under Brax’s shirt across his chest. Feeling the tingles dance across our skin. One more week and I would be done with school after exams and then I graduate. My birthday is shortly after that. She said to follow my heart. I look up at Brax through my lashes. My heart is right here. With this pack, with this man. Is he my fated? What does Brax mean more than they are letting on? I have this feelin

I'd rejected my mate for her, what more did she want. “Jaden, she’s your fated mate. You have said whoever wins will be your luna. Felicity fights dirty. She wants this. She wants to be your luna. She will do anything she can to win. And when she does, she will get to mark you and because she is your fated, her mark will overwrite mine,” a long silence stretched out before us as I listened to her heart race her chest heaved as she began to pace back and forth her hand playing with her hair.

Both of them had been dying to know my real reason ever since they saw me locking myself every time Blood Moon came. “Both of you know my history with my former mate. I don’t want to experience the same thing.” “My cousin isn’t the same with that bastard. He is a loyal and responsible male. Once he sets his mind on you, he won’t abandon you.” “Besides, Dante is your fated mate. There is no way he will hurt you.” Flicking Skye’s temple, I answered, “I am sorry to burst your bubbles, Skye. But that doesn’t mean anything. There are many cases where fated mates abuse each other.”

"You don't have to mind that. I mean, it's... I don't know---" "N-No..." Chloe quickly shakes her head, her brown hair shaking with her movement. "Ciaran, I..." She looked up at him with serious expression that made Ciaran nervous. "I am a Blood Star." Ciaran knew that. He knew that but... "I can't help it," he replied. He took a step towards her and caught her by both of her arms. "I know you are a Blood Star. But I can't help it. Your voice, your laugh, your stubbornness, and willingness to fight for your friends... I found myself falling for you even more."

I knew, even though I had no idea where my mate was, that Natasha wasn’t my future, and I didn’t want to jeopardize my chances. But one moment of weakness, thanks to fucking Fenrath, had ruined it all. Staring at Andrea now, lust and need fuzzing my brain, the uncertainty and doubt in her eyes felt like a knife going through me. ‘Happy?’ Jaxon mumbled. For once, Fenrath had nothing to say. And that was good; he’d done enough. It was time for me to fix what the beast had broken. I stood, my heart beating hard in my chest. I couldn’t stand the thought of ruining things with Andrea, of not being able to touch her as a result of one silly, stupid moment with someone who meant less than nothing t

Even as the words left my lips, my stomach twisted—like my body already knew the answer before my mind did. Marcus exhaled again. Slower this time. “Every twelve years…” The room stilled. Even Mum stopped moving. “Something changes in the blood,” he continued. “It awakens. Not everyone feels it. Most people won’t even notice anything at all.” His eyes shifted—just slightly—between me and Ivan. “But fated mates… they do.” My stomach dropped. Hard. “If two people from the Wolfe and Vale bloodlines find each other during that cycle… and they complete the bond—”

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

I slid the silver bracelet from my wrist—the one that symbolized our arranged bond—and held it out. “I am not less than anyone,” I said clearly. “If Caleb rejects me, another Alpha will claim me.” The tokens of our betrothal were exchanged. And just like that—after more than ten years—the bond was severed. Exactly as Caleb had always wanted. He pushed himself up, bruises stark across his shoulders. For the first time, his eyes flickered with something unreadable. He hadn’t expected me to walk away. Not without begging. Not without tears. “Quinn,” his voice was low, almost dangerous, “you really think you won’t come crawling back?”

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Why do something this humiliating on the wedding day? How am I supposed to explain this to Mark?” Lily pointed at me. “Just let Emma marry him.” The moment I heard that, I realized my sister had been reborn, too. We were twins. Because of our looks, matchmakers had been coming to our house nonstop since we turned eighteen. To pay for our younger brother’s education and future marriage, our mother betrothed us to two families. One was Jackson, the mayor’s son. The other was Mark Hollander, the richest man in town. In my previous life, although Jackson was the mayor’s son, he was unattractive, and his father was so honest that their family was even poorer