Fated Lovers Novels & Stories

“The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” Liyana vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” Ayaan completed the vow. *** Liyana was in love with her college mate, Ayaan, and her parents agreed to an arranged marriage with the worst person she ever knew, Rayan. Her fate lies in the vow taken with her lover.

“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?”

“You haven’t even explained what that is yet.” “Mates are like soulmates. Two people, one soul. The Moon Goddess hand picks each set of mates, matching them to each other equally.” “You’ve lost me.” I admit. “Moon Goddess?” He chuckled. “It’s complicated. But the gist is that we were quite literally made for each other. That's why every time we touch,” He runs his fingers up my arm, sending fire through my veins. His voice drops a few octaves, taking on a seductive tone. “You get that feeling, like electricity flowing through your body. And every time we are apart, there's that burning need to be close.” He pulls me closer, planting a kiss on my lips. “Does it make sense now?”

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.

I furrow my brows, “fated mate? Explain what that is?” She smiles, “werewolves have fated mates, the Moon Goddess tethers their souls together making it one and the love and joy that the fated mates share is unworldly, it’s said that there is no greater love than that of the truly fated mates.” I stop her, “so he was my boyfriend?”

“Didn’t you feel the mate pull?” “The… the mate pull?” My heart stumbled. “Then that would mean—” “Yes,” he said softly. “We’re fated mates.” For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The words sank in slowly, their meaning almost impossible to process. Fated mates. The concept was nearly mythical now, a legend more than a reality. It was said that a long time ago, the moon goddess stopped binding souls due to the overwhelming rejection rate.

"And you want to claim him?!" "I will make him choose me over her sooner or later. Then, we will live together forever." "That is not going to happen. I've learnt some things about werewolves. They are given a fated mate by the goddess and they would never neglect their fated mate for a chosen one." "No chances they would?" "Yes. It's totally impossible especially when they fall in love with their fated mates." I arose and walked up to her. "Just forget about him, Zoey," she advised.

They were two souls intertwined, bound by destiny, against all odds. In the depths of the night, as the world slept, Sean and Katara lay in each other's arms, their breaths synchronized, whispers of love escaping their lips. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon their entwined bodies. In that moment, they were no longer a billionaire and his contract lover, but two hearts beating as one.

Isabella was angry. “What? Did you pick Luna? You must be crazy. Are you too crazy about me?” Damien answered back while looking at Isabella. “Don't you remember that we spent the night together?” Isabella made him remember. “Did I tell you you were mine? So that you know, Amelia is my fated mate and will become my true Luna!” People from the particular room walked in and stopped the fight. The rest of Damien's family came out, and his father, David, stood tall among them.

I said and she nodded gently. "Why was your father worried about a fated-mate?" She finally asked. Honestly, I had expected her to ask this question since my father brought it up. The fact that she restrained herself made me worried a bit. I knew I needed to put her mind at ease. " A fated-mate is like your soulmate, a wolf's other half. It is regarded as a magical love gift from the moon goddess. You can reject the mate or accept, it is all up to you. I learned there is a strong magical pull between the two fated couples, accompanied with peace and calmness." I said and she cut in.