Fated To Love Novels & Stories

You could have cost us our fated! A sinking feeling sat within my belly. I hoped my wolf was wrong. I would need to process all the information I had learned. I knew that. Ignoring it was never going to help. All this had taught me that. But, first we needed to fix this. I could not lose Seren. Not now. Not after everything. Like they say, the Moon Goddess chooses a fated mate for a reason. I cannot simply let mine slip away...

"Besides, Hope has a first Mate. It's not like she's going to die if you accept rejection. You accept it will make you find your second chance." "At first... At first, it was because she was my Mate, but now I love her. So..." I started answering. "If you love her, then you don't need Fate to be with Hope." Max interrupted me. "My King loves my Queen and didn't need the Fates to put them two to be together. You talk about a Fated being a part of yourself, your soul that has been reincarnated into another body, but in the beginning it wasn't like that, it was Fate itself that decided who got together, and it still happens, less often, but it still happens."

Lorcan huffs, shedding a tear. "We are all fated to each other," Xim replies more calmly from the bed as he cuddles Imagyn closer. "We are fated and home," he whispers to Imagyn, hoping to rouse her, and my tears fall. "I'm lost. I'm sorry," Helena blinks rapidly. "Yes, I have three fated, King Lorcan, Xim, and now our Luna, Imagyn." "Wow," Helena said flatly, looking over Imagyn and all of us. Her expression is quizzical, and I know she wants to ask more but doesn't.

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 stayed where I was, staring at the portrait across the room, not expecting her to reach out again so quickly. My phone buzzed again. “Lisa,” Sasha said the moment I answered. “They’re fated.” The word landed heavily. “She’s been sick for a while,” Sasha continued. “Something that comes and goes. Right now she’s in a fragile state.” I closed my eyes. Fated mates were rare. Maybe once in a generation. The Moon Goddess herself chose them. Our world had chosen mates, couples who fell in love, marked each other, built lives the ordinary way.

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Take, for instance, just sitting on a rock and minding your own business before a complete stranger appears out of nowhere. At the time, I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be with whom I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Take, for instance, driving down a deserted road and finding a woman that was stuck and helpless pulled off on the side. At the time, I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be with whom I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.

She truly cares for me, and wants to be with me. People think that the phrase “fated mate” is the end of the conversation. It's just the beginning. Just because the moon goddess destined you for each other, doesn't mean you're ready to accept each other, or even like each other. There's always the chance of rejection, and a lifetime of loss.

The Fate, once written, holds an undeniable power over one's life. It becomes a destiny that cannot be escaped, no matter how desperately one tries. Luna had never envisioned herself being with Daniel, but the threads of fate were weaving their intricate pattern around her, drawing her closer to him. It seemed that history was determined to repeat itself, while Luna yearned to break free from the past life shadows.

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Take, for instance, landing on Vic’s doorstep that fateful day when I become the detail for Trinity Stone. At the time, I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be, with whom I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.