Fated To My Sister's Chosen Novels & Stories

“And if anything has happened to her because you trusted the wrong sister…” A distant scream suddenly tore through the forest. Both brothers turned toward the window. The silver flowers flared brighter. Just as Lucienne lunged toward the window, something crashed through it. A bloodstained bird landed in the middle of the room and collapsed at Darius feet. Tied around its neck was a strip of black cloth marked with SilverMist’s royal seal. Darius ripped it free and unfolded it. There were only six words written in fresh blood. “Choose one sister before sunrise.” Beneath the message was a single lock of Selena’s silver hair.

“If she's unwell, let her rest. We'll speak with her later.” Mother exhaled, nodding reluctantly. “Fine. But if something is wrong, Theo, I expect you to tell me.” I gave a small nod, but I knew I wouldn’t. Not yet. Because how could I? How could I tell them that I was the reason my sister was breaking? That I was the reason Lagertha was about to become another man’s wife? That I could stop all of this—if only I had the courage to claim what was mine? “And you, brother.” Bella called, forcing me to look her way. “You should follow the steps of your best friend. Look for a nice girl and settle down. You can’t wait for your mate forever.”

“Come on, brother, I just feel bad for your best friend. He must be going through a lot,” I didn't answer, but I stopped in my tracks, watching as people passed by, staring at us strangely. “Urgh, you remember that I'm your sister right?” She asked, her voice a little high. That was enough to get my attention as I turned, my jaw tight. “I mean we are family even though we pretend not to be.” “We are not,” I snapped. She didn't look fazed, instead she came closer, so close that her lips almost grazed my left ear. My blood boiled as my wolf recoiled from the proximity, utterly disgusted.

“Didn't take you five seconds to reject me when you chose me over my sister so how about we skip the silky attempts to be funny, and get this over and done with?” Kael's smile faltered and he quickly averted his gaze but not before I caught the flash of pain on his face. Good. Let him be pained, though he has no right to be considering that I was the victim in this situation. Yes he might have his ego wounded but he had no idea what it is like - being tossed aside, for your sister who had always been everyone's favourite since you were kids, losing that sister only to be approached again like you were nothing but a second option.

My mother pulled me aside before she went to bed, and told me the complete story behind her marriage to my father, how uncle Valentine met aunt Autumn and the mind-fuck of a tale behind uncle Church and aunt Xenia. All three couples thrown together in the weirdest way, all three couples who found each other when they shouldn’t have. Uncle Valentine’s history is the best out of all of them; he gave up his Fated to keep her safe, only for her to die…then he met his Chosen, aunt Autumn. A Chosen is different to a Fated; a Chosen is someone you fall in love with, where the bond is so strong that it creates a Golden Thread similar to a wedding ring.

“But that doesn't mean that you are giving up. You did your best. It’s hard for me to accept that we would have to surrender your sister, Alexei. I know how much he means to you.” “But we don’t have a choice, do we? Especially me...” he pointed out, his voice low and defeated, but I could still feel the stemming sorrow in his tone. “I accept that this is the Moon Goddess's choice for my sister and I trust her. Like me whom she fated with you, I end up thanking her because now I couldn’t ask for more. I hope her choices for Alexia will have the same outcome.”

“Do I deserve what happened to me?! My sister may be prettier than me, but did it mean she should take my man away from me?” “Listen to yourself,” I called her. “Brock wasn’t even your fated mate.” “Wrong. Brock was my fated mate,” she emphasised. “But my sister still found her way. Did the good things have to go to my sister all the time? She always got the best. First, before my parents, she was the preferred one. And then whenever I tried to make a name, or something for myself, she’d swoop in and snatch it from me.”

Rage surged hot and sharp, fueled by grief that had never fully healed. “All those nights I thought I failed you,” I snapped. “All those years I blamed myself and you were alive this whole time?” He stepped closer. “I was chosen, little sister.” My stomach twisted. “Chosen by who?” “You already know,” he said gently. “The Dark God does not waste potential. He saw what we were. What we could be.” “There is no we,” I snapped. His eyes gleamed. “There has always been a we.” I shook my head, my pulse pounding. “You came back for a reason. Say it.”

Damon The other Fates learned of what happened to their sister; thankfully, they weren't upset at us for ending their sibling. Turns out that they always hated violence and killing, while Atropos relished it. The hall is decorated with all of Misha’s favorite flowers. I tried to arrange as much as I could because I am the reason it needed to happen on Christmas. I want the destiny that my mother saw, and for that to happen, Misha and I need to be married today. I stand at the altar more nervous than I have ever been. Today, my Misha becomes mine and me hers. Our eternity starts now!

It was depressing but also sort of romantic in a morbid kind of way. I glanced back at the man sitting at the table across from me. I can't imagine being linked with him forever. I really hope fate knows what it's doing, giving me this man as my soul mate. “Yes, I will be friends with your twin sister. It is fated.” He scowls at me. “You aren't even a Shifter, why would fate want you to be friends with my sister?” Now it’s my turn to scowl back at him. “What does that have to do with anything? Everyone has a fate Mr Kane, regardless of the circumstances of their birth. When I look at someone, I see the threads of their fate, not their species.”