Fated Is Overrated Novels & Stories

Hell of a night for fate to get clever. Marek was already sprawled out in my study when I walked in, eyes sharp as a hawk, tracking me the second I crossed the threshold. Guy’s younger than me, built like he could break a doorframe just by leaning on it, and shocker he can’t sit still for five seconds. “You wrapped up the council early,” he said. Not a question. Zero emotion. “They’re not going to love that.” I shrugged, grabbing the whiskey. “I don’t care if they love it. They just got to listen.”

Regardless of how interesting Zelest Hawthorne might seem. “No!” I fired back, stepping away from him. The roles were reversed now as I took the usual fiery persona which was more of Zelest’s. “We’re nothing. Whatever this is, it’s fate’s cruel joke—a fluke. It’s never going to be more.” Regardless of how poised and indifferent he tried to look, I saw hurt flash in Zelest’s eyes as it did in my chest. It felt like my heart was being ripped away from my chest—rejecting my mate.

I said. Zeve slowly lifted her gaze to me, “you won’t say that when you find your fated mate.” I almost glared at her. “When you find your mate, you will realise why everyone is so obsessed with their mates. Ask Hikari if you don’t believe me. That pull is irresistible. It’s fate that binds two people together. No one in this world had ever been able to resist their fate without paying heavily for it.” I tried to remain calm as her words poured like boiling water into my ear.

“Remember the keys to freeing yourself from the repeated curse of fated mates choosing another and rejecting you: allow the mate bond to accept who it was chosen for. Once you do, your luck and faith will shine brighter than even I, and your ancient powers will at last return. Your fated mates must share the same ending in name as that of your chosen successor. This successor is the pup you bear — not theirs, for they shall never raise a pup that survives beyond half the first generation. That is one of the many weights of the curse. They can never speak of it, and you would never learn of it, until your time came. Lyra has been made to not know the contents of that notebook, and through it

Amelia said cheering me up. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it going to be?” I asks. “Well, we’ve never experienced it before but from what Caden’s mom said, it is the scariest rule ever. A lot of ladies eyeing Caden gets a chance to fight you for your position and it is a fight to death” She said making me sigh. “What are you guys up to?” Keith said as he and Caden walks in. “We are just leaving” I said as I drag Caden out of the room towards his office.

I understood instantly what he meant. “No. We haven’t gone that far.” “Good. Don’t. At least not yet. You need to keep your options open, Zak, for the worst case scenario. If you do mark her-” “I know. I wouldn’t get a second-chance mate. But dad, would it not help sway the council to my side if I did?” “They don’t like being pushed into things. I strongly advise against it Zak.” “But what if she is able to draw strength from me? Is it not worth it?”

"The Goddess is a fim believer of fate and destiny. If we just told you what would happen, we run the risks of people altering their fate. It's about balance. For example, if an omega was fated to become an Alpha, and was told about this, the omega may become over-confident knowing their fate would happen sooner or later. So at the milestone moment that defined whether they should become Alpha or not, they decide not to prepare. Altering their fate. Instead of becoming Alpha, they're killed instead, allowing someone else the opportunity for the rise in power." "I never thought of it like that." Both Genesis and Wynter reply at the same time. "Fate is a tricky thing. Everyone has obstacles in

“I see you take my point.” “So why does everyone say mates are fated?” “Well, I mean, in a sense, they are. In a biology as destiny sense. It’s almost impossible to have a pup with anyone else.” Almost impossible, but there are stories about it happening. In other packs. A long time ago. I always thought the stories existed as an excuse for insecure assholes to accuse their mates of sleeping around. “But the Fates are also—complicated.” “Are they like sports drinks?” “No lip from you, little missy,” but Abertha smiles as she says it. Some of the worry that’s been haunting her face since she found me in the thicket disappears. “But yes. They are like sports drinks.

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.”

It’s made me wonder how many chosen mates were really fated mates, and the couple said they were chosen just to avoid being questioned. Too many questions surround fated mates. They clearly exist, and perhaps they aren’t so rare as people say they are. Ian, Graven, and I all have fated mates in the same generation. By the way fated mates are made out to seem, it’s that fated mates happen once a generation every so many decades. Clearly, that’s not the case. So why are fated mates kept such a taboo subject? It’s something the three of us are determined to find out.