Fate Marvel Novels & Stories

It was fate. As the days passed, Mara’s confusion grew. She couldn’t understand how everything had unraveled so quickly. Rolan’s death had shattered her, but now this… this revelation was even worse. She wasn’t alone in this fight. She had a bloodline—she had family. But that family was cursed, doomed to destroy one another.

He looks down at his wet boots, a frown etched deeply into his features, my heart aching for him. "And he meant it?" I myself have said things I have regretted, and never ultimately went through with. Perhaps that is the case for this Fate man... Because how could someone be that cruel? "I believe so. He was angry." "Can he even do that?" I whisper. Where I came from in the Mortal Realm, we didn't learn much about Fate. What I know of him is that he is mischievous, and each mate bond can be traced back to his existence.

~~~ The weight of my father’s sins had been chained to me since the day I was born. His betrayal was the reason for my suffering. He had been given a fated mate—a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. A bond that was supposed to be sacred, unbreakable. But he had turned his back on her. Rejected and cheated on her And the Goddess had punished him. Not just him. His entire bloodline. No Alpha born from his seed would ever find their mate. They would rule alone. Die alone. And I had felt that emptiness my entire life.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

Chapter Fifteen : Escape From My Kingdom Fred’s POV My heart pounded as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The royal robes felt heavy on my shoulders, like chains trapping me. The silver crown on my head wasn’t a symbol of honor—it was a cage. Today was my wedding day, but I felt nothing but fear. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I have to get out of here. I had promised Drake I would return to him. I had told him nothing would keep us apart. But now, I was about to be married to someone I didn’t love. My father had planned everything. He wanted to send me far away, somewhere Drake would never find me.

He leaned in, assuming she wanted sex, but she stopped him with a single touch. Instead, she offered a bargain. If he provided her with fresh hearts, preferably from alpha females, she would regain her strength, reclaim her magic, and assist him in defeating his enemies, allowing him to claim his birthright: the throne stolen from him by his uncle the night he murdered his parents.

“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?”

Jenalyn yelled as she tried to push him away from her way. “She’s my girlfriend, mom and I love her so much that it hurts.” He respond in a controlled tone as tears started to form at the corners of his eyes. Jenalyn froze as she locked her eyes at him, “Enough with your illusions, Daniel King. I’m warning you.” She gritted her teeth as she shot him a deadly glare. “I love her more than anything in this world combined!” He yelled right after she spoke and gasped to breath, “I want her in my future as the girl I wanted to marry and the girl that I would die for!”

Artemis roared. “Oh I see you’ve decided to join me again after your little outburst in the car” I snickered back to my wolf. Artemis growled, “She’s ours.” “Artemis is she our….mate? Do we get a second chance?” I asked him shakily in my mind. I couldn’t help but feel my palms start to sweat and a small excitement grew inside me. Second-chance mates are very rare in our world and I have already lost my first fated mate in a cruel and twisted turn of fate.

Luna Ava from the Moonridge pack asked, and I gave a negative response. She was facing a situation similar to Emily's. She lived with her husband and his Fated mate. Her husband, James, declined to reject his fated partner because he understood it would diminish his wolf's strength. He compelled Ava to approve to it, and she had been living unhappily as a heavy drinker ever since. "You must show courage, Olivia. It won't improve. My bed turned cold three years ago. Now, they have offspring, and it's almost as if I'm invisible. Meetings are the only thing I'm ever useful for," she said, then took a large sip of her wine.