Fated, Forsaken, Fierce Novels & Stories

I feel it burning in my blood and screaming in my soul: I just found my fated mate in a dark, forsaken place like this. And he is a fucking Alpha.

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

"A great tree, colossal and venerable, rent asunder by an inferno's fury, stands bifurcated—half in desolation, half in verdant resplendence." "Fated hearts, intertwined by cosmic loom, shall rediscover their resonance amidst tempestuous tides. Their union, ordained by celestial weavers, shall ignite forgotten embers, crucial in the tempest's midst." "The Darkness, shrouded in its insidious might, shall succumb solely to the ascendance of a royal born from the crucible of loss and rebirth, one from the ashes to the fire." "Upon their visage, the countenance of the celestial orb, completed by the sacred sigil upon the union with their fated's mark."

Everything about him is dark. Dark mind. Dark heart. Dark soul. Being hated by Him is dangerous. But being wanted by Him is lethal. Get ready for a wild ride.

The burning slowly turned into a warm, steady thrum that connected straight to him. Kai’s eyes filled with tears. He looked terrified. “We are fated mates,” he said quietly. “A true bond. Even for an enigma… this kind of bond is rare. And dangerous.” Fated mates. The words echoed in my head like a death sentence. The one bond that could not be easily ignored or broken. The kind that made even the strongest lose control. The kind that had destroyed better men than me. Before I could respond, the sound of glass shattering violently came from the front of the house.

I replied with my sad eyes. He sighed. “I think you two are destined to be together. You can't run away from your fate. No matter how far you run and where you hide, he will find you and you will be back in his arms,” he said in his deep, soft voice. I stared at him with my mouth closed. My heart beats fast, with happiness and fear gripping me firmly. ******

Fated to Fall ________________________________________ Lora’s POV “I never wanted this.” Before I could stop them, the words were out of my mouth and I could not hide the sting in my voice. With my fate now in Revan, the Alpha of the Stormfang Pack, my hands were shaking. The weight of the circumstances was crushing me, and the tension between us felt as though it were an invisible power. The intensity of the air around us caused shivers in my body.

I shooed her away, assuring her that I did know how to work them and sat at the one located farthest from the door. She had said before that Aro had put a lot of work into cataloguing various information about our kind, from our laws to our myths. I began quickly typing any buzz words I could think of that might retrieve documents related to fated mates. I searched for what felt like hours, becoming increasingly frustrated that nothing I entered brought up anything useful about breaking our bond. I decided I would try one last link under my current search term, 'broken bond', and was stunned at what was on the screen before me.

My grandmother passed before I was born due to grief, but I've been told she was a very remarkable lady. A door closing makes me jump, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn off the shower and grab the towel, drying off as I step out. I grab the clothes he gave me, enjoying these ones a lot more already. I throw them on, enjoying the clean casual clothes. I look in the mirror, seeing the red dye from my hair fading away to leave my bright white hair showing. I grab my hair and tie it up in a bun, trying to hide the white showing through. My fathers words echoing in my head yet again, and yet I had let Talon see my wolf. "He is our mate. You will not keep me from him." Freya snarls. "The moon

I could almost feel the vibrations emanating from it, resonating with the power inside me. I reached out and traced the symbol with trembling fingers. The contact sent a jolt of energy through me that was both excruciating and exhilarating. In that moment, I experienced a cascade of visions—images of ancient rituals performed under a blood-red moon, of a woman standing at the center of a storm of fire and shadow, and of a destiny written in both light and darkness. I saw the Forsaken in their glory and despair, their legacy a tumultuous blend of creation and annihilation. Amidst the chaotic images, one thought rang clear: my fate was entwined with this cursed mark.