Fated Novel Novels & Stories

To all of my amazing readers, I want to send out my deepest gratitude for all of your support with not only “Fated to the Alpha’s – Chased by Chaos” but also the rest of the books within the Fated Universe. The beginning of “Fated Rejection – Fated Claim” had been a brief brush stroke that continued until something much bigger evolved. Each new character, each new journey, and each new struggle painted even more depth.

Yes, they might not have decided to mate or consummate their fate, but they have always been together, and that has always been right for us. Two big gods, two people that rule out kinds together as a couple that have been put together because their souls match together in a weird sort of way that makes their souls whole when placed together like jigsaw pieces. That should have been the first sign to us, their underlings, that fate may bestow whatever it decides. I must admit, I like that we are fated to more than our own kind. The mixture of being sure has the ability to create a new kind of normal.

Hailey let out a deep breath, feeling the heavy burden of her future weighing on her like a massive rock. Lying on her bed, the room seemed more empty than it had ever been. Her mind was filled with countless questions and fears, racing endlessly. What kind of man is this Alpha from the Blood Moon pack? Would he be kind and understanding? Hailey felt a painful tug in her heart, unsure of what lay ahead. Her hopes for love and companionship were crushed by her father’s harsh commands. “Jane do you know the Alpha of the blood moon pack” Hailey asked hoping to gather some sort of information about her betrothal

His hand kept drifting to my stomach, his large palm spreading over the flat curve, possessive and reverent. Mara leaned over, her eyes gleaming. "That pup will be born under a blood moon," she murmured. "Mark my words, Luna. A child conceived in battle and born in blood. Destiny is watching." "Let it watch," Victor growled, nipping at my ear. "This is our world now." We danced under the torchlight, barefoot in the snow. He spun me out and pulled me back, hard, his chest colliding with my back.

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.

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

"When you defied fate the first time despite all the warning not to meddle in her affair’s, you triggered a punishment… a retribution for daring to rewrite what had been written." Her gaze held his, unflinching. "This reality, this version of the world where she's a nun and you're a stranger to her, it's your punishment. A prison designed to torment you with the one thing you can't have. Her love, memory and her choice." Something cold and sharp twisted in Zavian's chest. He'd suspected as much. He had felt the wrongness of this world from the moment he'd woken up in it, alone, with centuries of searching ahead of him and no guarantee he'd ever find her.

"Nothing. We have the treaty that sustains peace between both sides until the coming of age of the Fated, which allows for the conception of the Fated every century, but there is nothing that forbids a territorial war. They are expanding rapidly and soon their lands will overlap with ours and we will have no choice but fight, Fated or no Fated." I shook my head in denial, without the Fated we were no match for the vampire army, our forces were too weak and our packs too divided. The Fated was the one destined to lead in the fight between vampire and werewolf. He had abilities beyond that of a typical werewolf and he carried the essence of the Moon Goddess herself, he was the one that would u

Caden dropped to the ground, hoping he wouldn't be seen. "What the fuck did I just do?" He knew what he did. He cast a spell that had a chance of changing the target's mate at a Werewolf. If the spell was successful then... "There's a higher chance it failed. I'm sure it failed," Caden convinced himself. Composing himself, he grabbed his spellbook before swiftly leaving the room, making sure to stay out of the Werewolf's sight. -----

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.