Fated, Forsaken, Fierce Novels & Stories

Each syllable landed heavy. “The Goddess has given me a fated mate,” he continued, “but she has also given me a pack. A territory to defend. A line to strengthen. Allies who watch every move we make.” His gaze swept the circle now, avoiding no one. “Fated bonds are a gift,” he said. “They are also a… tether. One that can pull a wolf away from what must be done, toward what merely *wants* to be.” Luna felt sick. Selene’s eyes glistened. Whether from genuine emotion or well-timed tears, Luna could not tell.

I insisted. “It is convergence,” she corrected. I exhaled sharply. “Even if this mark exists, it does not override authority.” “You misunderstand,” Maren said softly. “It strengthens authority.” “It completes it,” Torin added. “This is legend,” I said. “The Fated Mark appears rarely,” Maren replied. “Not for romance, but for equilibrium.” “Explain.” Torin rested both hands on his staff. “It occurs when two wolves possess complementary strengths necessary for the pack’s survival.”

⸻ Unforgiving. ⸻ And unstoppable.

I had nightmares about it, the celebration of my birthday felt like mourning for my dad’s death. After a couple of months, my mom joined a new company, she was assigned as the secretary to Afraah’s dad. Afraah’s mom hated the fact that my mom was working with her husband. In a week or two, Afraah’s mom argued with my mom, I don’t know what exactly lead to the argument but my mom was called several names, disgusting names that only whore’s are called. It hurts me more when she talked about my dad, after getting away with the murder she still has the guts to talk about him.

I asked. " I am afraid I do not know. I know that you alone will recognize them when you see them in all of your lifetimes. They will have a red glow around them through your eyes. They will be blessed by the power of Ares, meaning strength, durability, and heightened senses. They are not pure enough to be blessed with Ichor blood, but they will be strong no the less. Fate has designed them to cross paths with you, just as your current mates have. Do not give in to temptation the four horsemen can possess. I fear what could happen if you should ever fall into their darkness", she said. A white light started to envelop her.

She asked him. “No,” he dropped his eyes back to the notepad. “But I don’t like boyfriend,” it was muttered. “De facto?” She suggested. He grimaced. “So hippy.” She sighed out a breath and turned back to her page. “Fated mate?” “What the f–k is a fated mate?” He demanded. “What are we, dogs?” “It is a term they use in certain romance genres to describe a relationship between two people where destiny draws them irresistibly together.”

Damian's eyes scanned the surface taking in the lines of text, tighter and less forgiving than modern script. As Damian read, his expression didn't change much. His jaw tightened slightly. The text spoke of rituals, old bonds and unity between wolves and bloodlines. He shifted the scroll, continuing to read carefully. The language was subtler, sharper. A bond unclaimed is not a bond undone. Damian stilled, his eyes narrowing slightly as he read the line again. His grip on the scroll tightened as he continued reading. There are ties that form beyond the will of man or wolf, ties that do not wait for acceptance.

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

we were fated together for a reason. My eyes darted over my mate, laying upon the grass, unmoving, my heart aching at the damage this mess has created. “Mark her Roc.” My friend's voice was rough, tears threatening in the way he spoke, and I knew in that moment he was sensing worse than I wanted to know.