Fated Lovers Meaning Novels & Stories

“Strange, huh? That’s all you call it?” ‎ ‎She laughed softly. “What should I call it, then?” ‎ ‎He thought for a moment. “Fate,” he said, and his tone was so calm, so certain, that she felt her heart flutter painfully. ‎ ‎Claire turned away again, hiding the small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re impossible,” she murmured. ‎ ‎“And you,” he replied, eyes glinting, “are dangerous when you smile like that.” ‎ ‎Her breath caught. He had a way of saying things that felt like confessions disguised as teasing, and she didn’t know how to defend herself from it.

Mating Ceremony, bonded mate, fated pair; they sound romantic and dreamy; however, it is merely a fancy word for a tether—a curse. Pairs that truly love each other wouldn’t mind but for this particular pair of their pack… A clamor erupted in the Throne Room. Each—except Alfred’s subordinates—stared at the two with eyes of approval. They looked at Mallory and Leofric, sighing in relief in their hearts. No one said it, but everyone wants it to happen. A fated pair, it was so rare that none of them wanted to waste the opportunity of gaining power.

It didn't add up. Their myth told them that Fated Mates were destined to be with one another. Their souls were bonded. Whether they were complete strangers or not, the intended mates should become acquainted and grow up together because their compatibility and affection for each other were already set in stone by destiny. It didn't seem right that Landon kept pushing her away this way. The Moon Goddess, could she have been mistaken? Had the Seer made a mistake when she prophesied they were a star-crossed couple?

“Fated mate? What is that? Is that something similar to what I am to you?” Lewison’s expression softened slightly. “No. It is something that is supposed to be beautiful. Fated mates are said to share an even deeper love and bond than what the humans would call husband and wife. It’s supposed to be the most beautiful and perfect thing the goddess has ever created.” I stepped on a branch and my heart leaped and on instinct I turned, my eyes monitoring every corner. We were still alone. A deep breath escaped me. Facing Lewison again, I forced my lips to move, “An—and your mother was that to your father?”

I smiled softly at him. He stared into my eyes once more as if trying to look into my soul before beginning. "Fated is short for fated mates, and I believe they're known as soul mates or twin flames in the human world. A fated mate is someone who is your perfect match; your fated was created to mold perfectly to you, two halves to a whole. In our case, however, it's a four to one ratio. You were created for us, and we were created for you."

he paused, it was like almost like he was unsure or contemplating if he should tell me or not. "Except what?" I asked again, again with fucking questions, don't I know anything again. "Except it is a fated mate," he replied. I don't want to answer, I don't want to ask, I don't want to pretend, but What the fuck is a fated mate? I am sure Caleb must have picked it up because he continued. "A fated mate is that mate that can't be replace, it is that person only for the other person. So if both fated don't find themselves they would get to lose their wolf,"

He shakes his head. The woman smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. It was like remembering a sad memory. “Fated Ones are played by nature, weaved through destiny. A curse and a blessing, we always say. But it is the easiest for anyone to be in because at least they know that they both have a strong feeling and connection for each other. False love or not, at least they feel the same way. Creating a bond is harder than it looks like. It’s a matter of choosing the right one that would really spend the lifetime with you.” He clenched his fist on his chest. His heart is starting to ache again, more painful than the first.

The Soulmate Covenant is the connection of two souls, the bridging of differences in the name of love, peace, and harmony. Goddess Freya, Goddess of Fate, determines these pairings up on high. But the love between these two souls is nonetheless very real and very powerful. Love cannot be forced, even by a goddess. Therefore, The Covenant is but a seed that must be nurtured and watered to grow. The seed is planted, and it is up to the soulmated pair to tend to it. But if the wrong choice is made that intentionally harms part of the pair, that plant with wither and die.

I snapped. He opened the book anyway, flipping to a marked page. “The Fated Pair,” he read aloud, his voice rich with conviction. “When the fated pair unite, they will experience a love like no other. This union, created and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, grants the couple incredible power and seals their destiny to bring about change.” I stared at him, breath short. “Uncle…” “It’s the only explanation,” he said firmly. “You and the girl, Lila. You’re the fated pair. The shared dreams, the bond that won’t break, the pull you feel toward her it’s not ordinary.”

“That’s what most people think.” He took a sip before continuing. “See that one?” He pointed toward a brighter star slightly apart from a cluster. “There’s an old myth about two lovers who were separated by fate. Different worlds. Different destinies. They weren’t allowed to be together, so they prayed to the heavens.” I didn’t mean to listen. But I did. “The gods felt pity for them,” he went on, his voice lower now, softer. “So they turned them into stars. Placed them close enough to see each other every night… but far enough that they would never touch.”