Fated To Them Novels & Stories

“Remember the keys to freeing yourself from the repeated curse of fated mates choosing another and rejecting you: allow the mate bond to accept who it was chosen for. Once you do, your luck and faith will shine brighter than even I, and your ancient powers will at last return. Your fated mates must share the same ending in name as that of your chosen successor. This successor is the pup you bear — not theirs, for they shall never raise a pup that survives beyond half the first generation. That is one of the many weights of the curse. They can never speak of it, and you would never learn of it, until your time came. Lyra has been made to not know the contents of that notebook, and through it

Leona’s point of view There are three types of mates. Second chances, chosen, and the ones who are fated to us. The ones whose stars are aligned from the day they were conceived. Second-chance mates are hard to find. Some people never get to find a second chance, mate. Others are lucky. Then there are chosen mates that we choose as mates after we fail to find ours, and then there’s the fated ones. Fated mates are complicated. They share a bond that’s irresistible but also unbreakable. They can push through bonds and marks that tie us to anyone else.

As the light faded, the three of them walked forward, and each placed a hand on the still entwined couple, ‘Blessed is the union of true Fae Fated Mates. All glory to our Goddess for bringing you together. May your union be fruitful and your lives long.’

She throbbed around him and he waited for her to adjust. In this timeline, she was his. In their true timeline, she was his. No, they were each other's. They always had been. They were fated mates destined to come together and blessed by the moon. She knew the Moon Goddess was allowing this magical moment happened. She wouldn't squander her blessings anymore. She would appreciate her time with her fated mate and their bond.

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.

"They will be coming tomorrow, they want to finalize the deal immediately and make sure our peace treaty is sealed, so you need to sleep early because tomorrow will be a big day." "Were you forced to marry my mother? Isn't my mother your mate?" Melissa asked, locking eyes with her father. "Melissa, have a care. He's your father and the ruling Alpha." Carlotta shouted. "Leave her alone. Let her speak. By tomorrow, she won't be speaking here. She'll be speaking in her husband's house." Her father replied coldly. She stood up on her feet and hit the table, closing her eyes as she nodded her head.

We had been paired together in the most intimate of ways. Not all Fae had fated bonds. Many times, Fae decided with whom to share their light, but there were times when fate chose the individuals. It was said that those individuals were paired together because only they could complete the destiny set before them. Who was I to argue such a fact? My great-grandparents were fated. I had not heard of Fae being fated to other species, but that did not make it impossible. Our mating just proved that.

It was about choice. And she had already made hers. “I choose you, Luca,” she whispered. “I choose us.” His eyes darkened with something raw and powerful. “Then you are mine,” he murmured. “And I am yours.” In the silent understanding between them, they sealed their bond—not just with fate, but with a promise neither of them would break. Because together, they would face whatever came next.

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...

Fate- Despite her fears, Ares couldn’t ignore the persistent feeling that she was exactly where she was meant to be. The stars had guided her to Kael, to this moment, and she could sense that her fate was inextricably linked with his. The universe, in its infinite wisdom, seemed to be drawing them together, their paths converging in a way that felt both inevitable and inescapable.