Fate Marvel Novels & Stories

Fate Mates were an extremely rare phenomena. Typically, two werewolves fell in love and then decided to declare themselves mates, either through marriage or another means. But the love bond of a Fate Mate gives the werewolves no choice in the matter. I’d heard it described in stories and fairytales. When you find your fate mate, and you look at the person for the first time, the entire world stops. The one thing that keeps you alive is that person. And separation from that person would mean losing a part of yourself.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

“No, I mean, yes I could have, but my Magic is not as great as Jame’s and if I were to have performed that test most likely your Magic would have killed me.” “Oh.” lisa said feeling exhausted by the whole thing. Half of her wanted to bury her head in her hands and just forget any of them were there for a few minutes but all she could feel was them all staring at her. She felt exhausted. “So I am Fate.” She said quietly. Almost a whisper. “Yes. And you belong to the High King.” Mark said and she rolled her eyes at him. “What does that actually mean? I mean why am I even here? What do you actually want?” She asked feeling like she had a hundred questions running around in her head.

END OF FLASHBACK. My life changed after Amal and I won the baking competition, my habits, my heart, my life, and everything about me transformed. I’m no longer the Afraah people know, I don’t belong behind the counter anymore, I own my world and rule it. The last five years were very hard for me, anytime I close my eyes all I see is Khalil’s image and whenever a place gets silent all I hear is the words of Rayan 'Khalil is no more' I couldn’t even sleep even if I try, sleep was something I had to learn how to do again, both sleep and live.

The wind had gone completely still. I didn’t even realize I’d stopped breathing properly until my chest started to ache. “And before you misunderstand yourself further,” she added, “I’m not something your kind gets to finish.” Malachar gave a short, humorless exhale. “So that’s your answer,” he said. “Untouchable.” Medina didn’t respond right away. When she did, her voice was quieter—steady, not defensive. “It’s not a decision.” A pause. “It’s how we’re made as the descendants of the Goddess of Fate.”

“I didn’t put you in this situation. Fate did.” Her laugh was sharp, biting. “Convenient excuse. You and Kade both seem to think you can use ‘fate’ as a leash to drag me wherever you want.” A growl rose in my throat at the mention of my twin. Kade. The other alpha. My rival in every sense of the word. “No, Aria,” I said, stepping even closer. “Fate isn’t a leash—it’s a bond. One you feel just as deeply as I do. And you owe it to yourself to figure out what it truly means.”

“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!”

"Enough playing. Who is Arabella?" Matilda hums thoughtfully, then turns to a stack of ancient books in the corner and pulls one from the pile. She places it on the book stand in the middle of the altar, and the pages flip open on their own. "There was a prophecy," she begins, "several years ago, about the alpha's son - Adam - and his destined mate. The daughter of Alexander, the overthrown alpha of the skyline pack, and Freya, the most powerful witch in all the seven packs."

“But yes. They are like sports drinks. And tea.” Abertha relaxing helps me let go a little. Breathe a little deeper. I take a sip from my cup. It’s sweetened with honey. Just how I like it. “First off, it’s not Fate, it’s Fates. Plural. And they aren’t necessarily working together. You’ve got the sports drink Fate who is all about the results. Hydration by whatever means necessary. Pups, pups, pups. That’s all she cares about. But then there’s the tea Fates.”

Or so she thought. “Just a freak we raised by mistake,” Luke muttered, shaking his head. “You never belonged.” She felt her lungs tightening. She hadn't killed anyone. Hadn't harmed a soul. And yet here she stood, surrounded by blood kin, marked a monster. “Mom!” she cried. Gianna looked away. “She’ll be exiled tonight. No mercy,” Cian ordered. “She’s yours now, Alpha,” Maddox added with disgust. “We want nothing more to do with her.”