روايات وقصص ضمن The Fated Series

Their eyes hold a history of pain I can't begin to understand. "So I was born from a fated mate bond," I say slowly, "only to find my own fated mate eighteen years later?" The coincidence seems too perfect. "Not a coincidence," Elena corrects, her voice cutting through the tension. "Design. The Moon Goddess has plans within plans. Your parents' bond produced something unprecedented – a child with both Thompson and Moonheart blood. And now that child has bonded with the Harrison heir." Her eyes gleam with calculation. "Three packs united through one girl."

Sam was sitting on the fountain, tired of her mom bossing her around like she had to set the right example for the pack as the next heir. She found a rock and threw it hard without paying attention to where she threw it. Thomas was walking away from the coven he grew up in; he did not want anything to do with this life anymore and lived on his own. Kim was the only vampire he wanted and now she is dead and he was being forced to marry the daughter of the coven leader his family was at war with to create a peace treaty.

I wasn’t going to need help finding my vampire mate after all. **************************************************************************** Thank you to all of my readers! If you enjoyed the preview chapters for book 2, you can find the latest updates for it here on Goodnovel. Fated: The First is book 2 in the fated series!

{Sera's POV} The more I discovered, the more mysterious this whole thing became. To be honest,I was starting to wish that I was running into dead ends, at least that way, I’d have known I wasn’t making any progress. Prophecies? damn reborn witches?

That story will still be a little way off but will crossover with the Twins’ story from the Fated series. Thank you for all of your support and encouragement for this book. I could never adequately express how much it meant to me. “Design of Fate” will be up once the contract approval is granted. I will add an additional Author’s Note when it does get approved so that you will get notified. In the meantime, Dante and Ziyah’s journey is unfolding in “Fated Soul – Fated Light” if you would like to check it out. Thank you, lovelies! – Shana Allen

Khalid's voice sounded serious, and I went back to paying attention to my Fated One's vital signs, and although they were stable, her aura was weak. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

The hall glittered with gold and glass, every detail screaming of status and power. Because tonight was not just my birthday— it was my engagement banquet with Caleb, the future Alpha. Yet the man who had promised me a “birthday gift”… never appeared. I stood at the edge of the hall, eyes locked on the doorway, waiting. Seven years of waiting. Seven years since my wolf had whispered the truth to me—that Caleb was my fated mate. I believed it. So much that I gave up everything. The three hundred million dollars my father left me—I poured it all into Caleb’s pack. Into his future. Into us.

“Eat. You’ll need strength. Whatever he’s got planned, you’re going to need it.” She started to leave, but something slipped out from her collar. A pendant, black silver, and a weird crest carved into it. My stomach dropped. I’d seen that before. Years ago. Dad had called it the mark of our enemy. Alpha Kael’s pack. And this maid she’s wearing it. Not just a jerk. Not just loyal to Agora. She’s a traitor. And she’s here, right under everyone’s nose. Clenched my fist around the soggy hem of my dress, trying not to freak out. If I said a word, she’d kill me, easy. If I kept quiet, I’d probably die anyway.

The task force settled into their assigned tables, keeping the appearance of cooperation alive. But Jace remained quiet. Watching.Feeling. Slowly realizing something he hadn’t been ready to admit, not even to himself. This wasn’t just a bond with Mira anymore. It had never just been that. The ache in his chest wasn’t just for her. The curiosity he felt around Rhett wasn’t just strategic. It wasn’t even physical. It was tethered to something old. Fated. Coiled around instinct and identity. The gods had a cruel sense of timing and an even crueler sense of humor.