Shifted Fates Novels & Stories

“Oh dear, that means you are his mate. They don’t mark just anyone. It has to be the one fated to them. They can’t resist it. Are you scared? You don’t have to be. They are the most loyal men out there. It will be you and only you. No fear of being cheated on because they don’t cheat or look at other women.” I could feel the excitement in her voice and wished that my case was like hers. It would have been a whole different story, maybe I would have loved it but my situation was fucking different. I was marked by two of them. Does that mean I am fated to the two of them? How does that even work? Maybe it was some kind of glitch. “I wish it was that easy,” I managed to say. “Oh darling, I unde

Judging from the time when I was younger to now, the future seems to be habitually grim. “I’ve looked into your future, to a time of war. You’ll prevail as Queen but then I see two powerful shifters in your life. Both of them will be males but both of them will be your enemies. To you, they will be vile but then you’ll have to choose one out of them— to love.” “Natgy!” I threw my hands up in frustration. “Can you just stop with the mysterious riddles? I can’t cope anymore!” “You’ll have to choose to be with one of them.” Natgy continued, not minding my appeal. “The first man, you are yet to know, but the second man, you know.”

In the end, they moved into Bianca's parents' rented two-bedroom. Seven people squeezed inside with barely room for luggage. Bianca and Lila started fighting almost immediately. Lila called Bianca useless; Bianca called Lila a freeloader. When Helen's migraines flared, Bianca's mother told her to wait at a public clinic. Without my doctors, Gregory's blood pressure sent him to the emergency room. Without my tuition payments, Lila was removed from private school. Ethan's company fired him too. Customs work runs on trust. No one wanted client accounts handled by a man whose wedding funding had been pulled at the altar while he owed his ex-fiancee a mountain of debt.

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

The exhaustion from the day's troubles was too much for his hypoglycemic system. Jason fiddled away with the envelope which slipped off his quivering hands. Losing his balance, Jason dropped to the marble floor with a loud thud, and everything blacked out. *** Song: Anna of the north (Lovers) 💔💔 You told me I would never see you walk away. Said you'd never break my heart Never leave me in the dark I guess there are just some promises we shouldn't make Shoulda knew from the start I'm in the dark Show a little loving

“I was born to unite humans and wolves in this war, and you were destined to lead the resistance. You had to be with Lydia in order to become the man you are today… to this point in your life without children so that you would turn to the sperm bank precisely when I did. If you hadn’t then my wolf would never wake and we would never have Rafe… what is that if not fate?” Sinclair smiles tenderly, “Maybe you’re right… after all, these sessions have taught us that shifters don’t understand our world nearly as well as we think we do. Maybe it’s possible to have more than one destined mate.” For a long moment we get completely lost in each other’s eyes, and before too long all the twirly sensatio

“What happens when a marked shifter undergoes the Lycan ritual?” The older woman had been standing beside Aislin, her mid-length silver hair hanging loosely around her face, her gentle lilac eyes wandering between all of us. She folded her arms pensively. “It would be detrimental for both parties,” said Muriel, “interrupting the telepathic bond by emphasizing the physical aspects over the mental. It would usually include discomfort, agitation, pain, all sensations associated with the lycan’s hybrid form. Lack of control as a lycan would counteract the blessing of the marking ritual. Instead of harnessing the full potential of a shifter’s beast, they become… monstrous, feral. Stronger at the

She is now the daughter I never had, but hoped for. And in that silent exchange, fate shifted. The Summit was nearly over. But the war for the future had only just begun.

He pulls his penis out, and I guess it's supposed to be hard, but where Shaun is a python, Adam is an inchworm. "Alright, Sherri, here comes the pain. Just hang in there. I promise it won't last." Adam reaches over to untie the gag, but I fall back onto the cot as the pain takes over. My body feels like every bone is breaking and piercing through my skin. "Bitch, you better sit back up and put this in your mouth, or you're going to regret it." Adam tries to force me to sit, but I begin convulsing as the tears run down my face. I'm going to die. It's too soon for me to shift, and this is going to kill me, I'm sure of it. Adam steps back and stares at me with wide eyes. I close my eyes, wishin

“Alright, stop sulking. I’ll book the tickets later. The flight is 10 o’clock in the morning. We’ll go together.” “You’re wrong!” I yanked my hand free and mercilessly shattered his fantasy. "I'm not going to Artarca with you. I'm heading to the Capital City. Besides, my hearing has been restored for a while now." The smug smile on Joel’s face faded.