Fated To The Vampire Novels & Stories

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Vanda scoffed, wiping the side of his lips. “You have just a few days and hours to get yourself prepared, I do not want tardiness.” He carried on with his food like nothing had happened while Carlotta her mom stood speechless beholding the sight. “You both suck!” She stood on her feet and ran up the stairs. As she walked into her bedroom, her eyes took in the pretty atmosphere in it, in one week time she'd be turning eighteen and that's the rightful age for every werewolf to transform into a full blown wolf.

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'

“You may not carry his physical mark, but you are, indeed, bonded to Lucian.” “Bonded?” Julius questioned. The vampire nodded. “Both wolves and vampires share the common similarity of being blessed with a fated mate. However, unlike us, wolves don’t need to choose to be with their mate fate has chosen for them,” he explained. “You mean vampires aren’t free to choose who they can spend their lives with?” I asked. Silas shook his head with a sad smile. “No. We are simply not biologically designed that way. We seek only the company of our fated mate. No one else will ever compare.”

“I’ll miss you so much.” Rafe whined, his arms crossed over my bare chest in the bed. I'll definitely miss him too, not that I wouldn't see him again—he would always come to visit, but because I won't be afforded the opportunity to always wake up in the same bed with him every day again. I've really fallen deep in love with Rafe again, perhaps stronger than the last one, and for the few weeks I stayed in the pack, I have come to realize that Rafe and I are destined to be, that we are fated mates.

I walked past them. The whole Dominion loved our story. Three years ago, Conrad pulled me out of a crossfire between a vampire hunting unit and a rogue clan. He said the moment he caught the scent of my blood, something in him that had been completely dead for centuries suddenly snapped awake. He called it La Tua Cantante — blood resonance. He said it was fate. He said I was the only one. I believed him. Right up until a month ago. — That afternoon, Conrad had promised to take me to pick out a gown for the Turning ceremony.

“What is it?” She smoothed her skirt, looking at me as though deciding how much she should say. “It’s… well, sometimes vampires don’t want to cycle through random temporary feeders. If they find someone especially compatible, they’ll bond with that human permanently. It’s more beneficial for them—stability, strength, a consistent source.” “Permanent?” I asked, the word feeling heavy on my tongue. “Mm-hm.” She nodded, her expression almost sympathetic. “The ritual seals that bond. Once it’s done, you’re tied to him. Your blood, your body, everything. It becomes his. And only his.”

“Ooh, so ya do want someting, Pritty Fae.” “You know what I am.” Heedless of the danger, I walk toward her slowly. Smiling beguilingly, Tarot loops her arm with mine and leads us into the plaza. “Yes. Ya’ll a fae made vampire, she drawls. “Against ya will.” She tsk-tsks. “Such a waste. But I can free ya.” “There’s no cure for vampirism.” “Ya ain’ sick— don’ need no cure. Ya need dat vampire removed.”

He presses. Nadia didn’t speak for a moment, afraid of what he would think if she told him the truth. The truth that she wasn’t ready to accept yet. The reality of the matter is that she’s mated with a vampire. A vampire that manipulated her into a kiss for his own pleasuring bite to eat. She couldn’t possibly tell him anything. “I don’t kno-“ she began to say but he cut her off. “You were bit by a vampire.” He sighs.

"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