Fateful Synonym Novels & Stories

I had not realised he had turned around and was trying to get my attention. “Are you okay?” I nodded with the fakest of smiles I could muster. “I’m perfectly fine.” I felt stupid for ever thinking I stood a chance, for letting those stupid feelings grow within me. The truth remained I was an omega and nothing could ever change that. The triplets were highborn wolves who had a mate similar to them. Dawson led me to my room, just as I tried to turn the doorknob, his voice halted me. “The mate bond is a sacred bond Miss Harper, I hope you know that?”

I spent the last three nights curled up on the couches and watching the stars that peeked through the dense tree tops. This pack land really was beautiful, and as eager as I was to get home, I was also looking forward to the blood moon festival that would be happening tonight, Craig had invited us, but it wasn’t until the invitation was extended by Beta John that we had agreed to go. A blood moon could be dangerous to wolf shifters, the moon hidden often causing a feral feeling to pass through, but being grouped and a little intoxicated helped keep each other grounded. I would have preferred being home with our own pack, but being surrounded by wolves, even not our own, would help.

Mating Ceremony, bonded mate, fated pair; they sound romantic and dreamy; however, it is merely a fancy word for a tether—a curse. Pairs that truly love each other wouldn’t mind but for this particular pair of their pack… A clamor erupted in the Throne Room. Each—except Alfred’s subordinates—stared at the two with eyes of approval. They looked at Mallory and Leofric, sighing in relief in their hearts. No one said it, but everyone wants it to happen. A fated pair, it was so rare that none of them wanted to waste the opportunity of gaining power.

There was something between us, something I didn’t understand and was afraid to confront. Kaivan took my hand in his, his touch warm and grounding. “In our world,” he said slowly, carefully, “there’s a concept called ‘fated mates.’ It’s more than just love, more than attraction. It’s a bond that’s written in the stars, preordained by forces far beyond our control.” I blinked, trying to wrap my mind around what he was saying. “Fated mates?” “Yes.” His grip on my hand tightened slightly, as if he were afraid I might pull away. “It means that you and I… we were meant to be together. It’s a connection that’s unbreakable, a bond that ties our souls together.”

“When the Worm King brings Nekromel to the Home of Fate, the Joy of Old will reign once again. Do you see?” Both Cheng and the shaman looked at me blankly. As expected. “Fate. In my world, another word for fairy is fay. And the plural of fay is fate.” And the plural of bullshit is? Cheng and the shaman looked at each other, I think each wanting some kind of reassurance.

A sin waiting to happen. “Looks like fate agrees with me.”

“Sometimes I think life has this way of putting people together in the most unlikely of circumstances.” “Like fate?” He smiles. “I like to think of it as synchronicity.” “I believe in fate,” I tell him. “I believe in horoscopes, too. I read mine every day.” “Maybe you should read mine,” he says, and there’s humour in it. “I’d love to know what fate has in store for us, Violet. I think it's a good thing.” “Me too,” I say, and I mean it. “So,” he prompts. “What is it that you want?”

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.

It felt as if I was reborn while still holding a deep grudge against the moon goddess. “How come you are now seeing that Zander, do I look like him or are you suddenly just starting to go blind because it seems as though the latter is the truth? Otherwise, why would you will think that I am my Beta” “I'm sorry, I didn't look well, Alpha Laurent, please forgive me, I deserve to die”