fatedmate

Alera is a twenty year old with no past and no name beyond the one given to her by the master who vanished without a word. With nothing but the memory of his voice she steps into Varynthia a continent ruled by Lycans, where moon-born Lunars command desire and witches bend reality. Yet Alera does not belong to either. She is something far more dangerous. Where she walks mate bonds tremble. Wolves lose themselves to obsession. Even the Alpha bloodlines feel their instincts warp at the scent of her existence. They call her a curse. A temptation. A living omen. But Alera cares for none of them. She wants only to find her master. But Varynthia does not let go of what it craves. And every Alpha that lays eyes on her swears they will be the last. Will Alera reach her master first Or be claimed by a world that refuses to let her go

Ayla was once roaming the world lost, surviving alone, running constantly, and fearing for her life. As far as she knew, there wasn’t anyone there for her. The young woman didn't even know she had a wolf. She had no family and many enemies. That was all a lie that was a product of a curse place on her. A curse that she was unaware of and bore the unfortunate side effect of. Even though she didn't know it, she was actually special. Ayla was even from a very prominent family who continued to search for her, in their own way. Her family didn't happen to be the only people looking for her though, and those people had less than honorable reasons for seeking her. Noone knew exactly what made her special, but they knew she was special. There were rumors, and whispers, but the truth was well hidden. The entire werewolf community knew of the curse on her, but they wanted her for themselves. Every pack wanted her. They would do what they had to in order to get her. Somehow. Who was involved in the scheming, and what families are involved? Who was her mate? Or would she be allowed to have one? Will Ayla or anyone else effected be reunited with their families? Why is Ayla the prize and different? You’ll have to read to find out.

Nora Blake thought she was chasing answers about her family’s past. Instead, Wolf Creek Manor pulls her into a legacy of wolves, witches, and bonds older than memory. Her father’s instincts whisper through her veins. Her mother’s sacrifice haunts every shadow. And deep in the Archive, a parchment beats with a pulse that isn’t hers. Beside her, Lila Morwyn carries a power unseen since the first witch—one that makes her both weapon and target. Kai’s wolf surges uncontrollably toward her. Soren’s alpha instincts recognize Nora. And the fragile ward between past and present begins to crack. Friendship, love, and survival collide as secrets unravel. Wolves fight instinct. Witches fight blood. And the manor itself waits—for the moment bonds ignite and war begins.

"It doesn't matter to me if you're engaged or not, I will seduce you.” Azrael said as he gently kissed the back of her palm. *** Ashelia de Orlan’s birth caused her mother to fall into a terrible terminal illness, but no one in the manor ever blamed her for it. If anyone so much as looked at her with the slightest disdain, her father’s knights made sure they were never seen again. Still, she couldn’t stop feeling guilty. She felt responsible for something she never did, and because of that, she made a deal with her shady fiancé, Prince Reagan, to keep her already dying mother barely alive at the cost of her own freedom. But one night, everything changed. During Prince Reagan’s birthday banquet, the rumoured madman Azrael von Eldrath, Archduke of a neighbouring country, barged in uninvited and turned the whole hall upside down. One look from him made her heart race, Still, she couldn’t afford to fall for anyone else. She had already made a vow. But Azrael refuses to let her be until she denounces the second prince and chooses him instead!

Ravenna only ever wanted to be normal. Living quietly in the Grey Zone, she carefully hid the truth, she is a weak witch whose spells usually end in chaos. But when a wave of brutal murders, following the recent assassination of a high-ranking figure, forces her powers into a terrifying, uncontrollable burst, her secret is revealed. That single act draws three predators to her door. Emin Fernwhistle, the rigid Alpha King who views her magic as an abomination. Damaris the Black, the cold Warlock who sees her as a necessary tool of prophecy. And Asher Vervent, the rogue Hunter who only trusts his own deadly instincts. All three are her Fated Mates, bound to her by a destiny they despise. Now, she is the sole target of Nyzor, Lord of Blood, who established the blood feud centuries ago and sees Ravenna as the only threat to his tyrannical reign. To survive, Ravenna must reconcile the hatred burning between her three mates and harness the chaotic Hybrid power she fears the most. Her destiny is to unite the world... but how can she unify three men who would rather tear each other apart?

“Let me see" I watched her examine the dress, my heart began to beat fast as I swallowed hard. I prayed in my heart to the moon goddess that she should be satisfied. Then her eyes found the hem, and her expression changed, it shifted from bitterness to fury in an instant. "What is this?" She asked aggressively and I swallowed hard "You burned it!" Sofia screamed, her voice rose to a pitch that almost made my ear ring."You burned my dress! My dress for the Ascension Ball!" Sophia pointed to the hem of the dress but I saw nothing there. I thought maybe I was missing it, so I squinted, but still didn't find any burn mark. I was so confused, I nodded my head to say I hadn't see anything but she only stared at me for a while then she began to laugh so loud "You're going to see the burn mark very soon" she said and walked towards the table, she grabbed the hot coal iron, and placed it on the hem of the dress she she had just said I burnt while she continued to smile at me. When I realized what was happened, I just could believe what was happening, she was gonna burn the dress herself and blame me for it. This is madness. After burning the dress to her satisfaction, she pulled the iron away and there was a tiny brown spot. She turned to me and pointed to her burn mark. "Do you see it now?" she said, smiling like it was a joke. The next second, a slap was cracked across my face with enough force that my head snapped to the side.  Stunned , I set my palm against my cheek to feel the bruise. I didn't need anyone to tell me that her hand would be imprinted on my face. "You did this on purpose!" she hissed at me with spit flying from her lips  "You're jealous! Aren't you? It's because I'll have everything while you'll continue to be a worthless piece of shit. You're jealous that I'll be at the quadruplets side while you'll continue to be a whore servant. I tried to pulling away from her but she quickly grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards with all her strength. "Let's see what the Alphas will say about this," she growled in my ear as she pulled me towards the door, I cried so hard and felt crazy scalp pain as she tightened her grip on my hair. 

Yennefer wakes from a nightmare where darkness breathes, footsteps circle her, and a voice whispers, “We are you.” When she opens her eyes, she is in a hospital bed—with no memory of how she got there. But something has followed her back. Shadows linger, dreams bleed into reality, and a mysterious young man named Clement offers a way to forget it all—but at a cost. As Yennefer navigates a fragile world between memory and oblivion, love and darkness intertwine, and a haunting prophecy surfaces: to live, she must first die.

Paradise. A place I’d only heard whispered about in stories too bright, too perfect, too impossible to be real. Yet running for my life through the Forest Packs dragged me straight into the arms of the one place I never believed existed: Novaterra Pack. The paradise of shifters. The kingdom that rivaled human nations. The home of the Alpha King himself. And somehow… they accepted me. A runaway. A branded traitor. A boy with no pack number, no family, and a past wrapped in blood. I told myself I was here temporarily. Just until they figured out who I really was and tossed me to the wolves like I deserved. But then I saw him. The man with the red eyes. Kastiel Novaterra. The Alpha King who built paradise with his bare hands. The one man I should never look at, never want, never crave. His presence terrifies me. His gaze burns through my lies. And his scent makes my knees weak in ways I never believed were real. Falling in love is the last thing I should be doing in a place that isn’t meant to be my home. But the more I try to run from him… the more Paradise itself pulls me in. And Kastiel. Kastiel never lets go of what’s his.

A fairy without memories. A demon king who remembers everything. Sent to the Mortal World by divine punishment, their paths cross once more—only this time, fate demands a sacrifice. Some love stories begin with a meeting. Theirs begins with a death.

It had to be a mistake. To be mated to both Dylan, and his Alpha twin brother, Declan, who, for reasons I didn't know, and didn't care about, had only stopped treating me like an animal. Accepting the mate bond means becoming the Luna of TwinMoon pack, and being the Luna of TwinMoon pack means taking out my revenge on everyone that has ever hurt me. I wanted that more than I hated to be mated to Declan. But there are prices to pay—prices that feels unworthy. Prices that questions my entire existence. Prices that questions my innocence. While they may think I am mated to the twin Alphas, I will be the Luna who seeks revenge. ******** “All the hurt I caused you was only because I loved you.” Those words meant nothing to Avira— not after everything he put her through. Wrongly accused and condemned to death by the Devouring Hunt, Avira’s fate should have ended within the Moonfire Pack. Instead, it becomes her escape. Saved by Dylan, a mysterious stranger with no ties to Moonfire, Avira is taken to TwinMoon Pack—only to come face-to-face with his identical twin. A man who despises her. A man who would do anything to make her suffer. But fate is cruel. Avira is mated to both twins— Dylan, the one she loves, and Declan, the one she swore she would never forgive. She can’t reject one and accept the other without destroying everything, and the bond drags her to the edge of heartbreak, hatred, and desire. As buried secrets unravel, Avira discovers her suffering was never random. Her survival was never luck. And her existence was never ordinary. –––– Adult contents including smut ! violence ! forced intimacy! Readers Beware!

The last heart witch was burned at the stake a hundred years ago… or so the vampires believed. ÃMÃRÃ has spent her whole life hiding in a quiet human town, pretending to be ordinary while forbidden magic pulses in her veins. One mistake, one spell on the night of the blood moon, and everything shatters. Her ritual was supposed to seal her powers. Instead, it binds her heart to his. Lucian, the ruthless vampire prince cursed by the gods, wakes up on a battlefield with a stranger’s heartbeat echoing in his chest. Her heartbeat. When he bleeds, she feels the pain. When she cries, he tastes the salt of her tears. When one of them dies… the other will follow. To break the curse, ÃMÃRÃ is dragged into the deadly world of vampire courts, ancient prophecies and blood-soaked thrones. She must help Lucian take back his crown and uncover the truth behind the massacre of her kind while hiding the fact that she is the last heart witch heir they failed to kill. But the more she fights him, the more the bond pulls them closer. His touch steadies her magic. Her presence calms his curse. Enemies whisper that she is his weakness. The gods whisper that she is his doom. Kill Lucian to save herself… or fall for him and doom them both. When a cursed vampire prince shares one heart with the last witch heir, is their bond a punishment or destiny?

Nyx Keller’s final hunt should have been her last. Instead of prison, she receives an impossible choice: exile to the Beastworld (a dimension ruled by shapeshifting predators) or rot in a cell for forty years. Armed with nothing but her wits and a monitoring chip implanted in her spine, Nyx sets foot in a realm that slaughtered humans three centuries ago. She’s not supposed to survive there but the Lion King has other plans. Raziel Ashmane is fascinated by the human who refuses to bow. When he claims Nyx as his own, it ignites a firestorm of political intrigue, ancient grudges, and a connection that defies three hundred years of bloodshed. But Nyx has her own plan as well: surviving, taming the Nightstalker, and building an army from the outcasts; the ones the Kings deemed worthless. But Beastworld isn’t just one kingdom, it has five kingdoms. Each ruled by a king who wants Nyx dead and for themselves. Surviving there will require more than sharp instincts. CONTENT WARNING: Mature themes including violence, morally complex characters, intense romantic tension, and a heroine who will do terrible things trying to survive in a world that wants her dead. UPDATE SCHEDULE- 2 chapters/day

She was destined to be Luna… until the past walked back into the room. On the night she is meant to finally bond with her Alpha, everything falls apart. The girl who once stole her childhood—who stole her family’s love, who abandoned her to die—returns and instantly becomes the center of everyone’s world again. And in one heartbreaking moment of hesitation… she sees the truth. She will never be anyone’s first choice in this pack. So she makes the bravest decision of her life— she walks away. No more begging. No more proving herself. No more breaking just to be seen. But the moment she chooses herself, the world she leaves behind turns chaotic. The Alpha who wavered becomes desperate to claim her. The family that ignored her wants her back. And the girl who once destroyed her life returns with new manipulations and old lies. For the first time, she’s done being silent. Done being replaced. Done being the sacrifice. If they want their Luna back, they’ll have to earn her. But even if they do… will her heart ever trust them again?

Harleigh Hale carries a dangerous secret: the Shadowfang bloodline runs in her veins, a curse said to either destroy the world or rule it in fear. To protect herself and her sister, she’s hidden for years under the Dunebourne Pack’s protection. But… On her wedding day, Alpha Lance Grant, the man she trusted to keep her safe, betrays her. Heartbroken, Harleigh rejects him and runs straight into the neighboring territory: the Frostveil Pack, where fate strikes again. There, she discovers that she’s fated to two mates: Alpha Torrin Chandler and his Beta and cousin, Damian. To many, her bond with both isn’t only rare, but is considered to bring bad omens to those around her. Now, hunted by the Dunebourne wolves and distrusted by the Frostveil wolves, Harleigh must make a difficult choice: return to Alpha Lance and suffer the consequence of being separated from her fated mates, or take a risk staying with the Frostveil Pack where she has to weigh her bonds between Alpha Torrin and Beta Damian, and face the prophecy she’s tried so hard to escape her whole life?

Zoryn spent twenty-two years living as Daeleon’s son—her father's pride and joy—until her first heat exposed the truth... she was a woman! In the Beastworld, females are almost extinct. So when Zoryn’s hidden power awakens at the Grand Festival, her Heat calls every tribe’s strongest male: Wolves circle. Lions challenge. Serpents obsess. Avians tremble. Bears soften. But one reaches her first—Zarenien, the last-born dragon, fated protector of the Matriarch's line. Chosen by the beasts. Claimed by the dragon. And when an ancient, forgotten tribe stirs against Zoryn’s return, six beastmen and one dragon must put aside instinct and rivalry—or lose their Empress forever.

On the day I was to marry the love of my life, the ceremony was bathed in blood. The Vampire Emperor, Azrael Bloodbourne, tore me from the altar and dragged me into his dark and dangerous world. He says I am his bride. His possession. His key to a legacy no vampire has ever dared to dream of. But as I struggle against his shadow, another figure emerges from the cold. Ezryn Graemor, Alpha of the Snowfall Tribe, kidnaps me for his own desperate purpose—to lift a curse that has haunted his bloodline for generations. I thought he only needed me for my blood… but every glance, every touch, betrays a truth far more dangerous. I am his fated mate. In Azrael’s darkness, I feel a fire I shouldn’t crave. In Ezryn’s wintered touch, I feel a pull I can’t resist. Now I must choose to either surrender my body to the Vampire who claims me as his Empress, or risk everything for the Lycan whose soul is bound to mine. Either way, my heart and my life hangs in the balance. WELCOME TO BOOK ONE OF MY FANTASY SERIES.

When the handsome yet reserved financial analyst Curtis Harper meets the girl of his dreams, Nadine, he’s determined to change his ways for her — even if it means stepping out of his carefully built routine. With the help of Allie, a warm-hearted barista carrying struggles of her own, Curtis sets out to learn the language of connection and spontaneity. But as lessons blur into late-night talks and laughter, hearts begin to shift in ways no one expected. How will fate unfold when love rewrites the plan?

His sister. His mate. She can only be one… and either choice will destroy them. Metheea Feylisse was raised in exile, hidden from the Dragon Prince who should have been her brother or her fate. Now she’s back in Katarthan under a false name, forced to train as a future bride… under his watch. Azrayel is powerful, ruthless, and impossibly drawn to her. If she’s the lost princess, she’s forbidden by blood. If she’s his fated mate, she’s forbidden by destiny. Either way, the closer they get, the hotter the fire burns— and when dragons burn, they burn for their bride. But when blood and destiny demand opposite things… which one will they betray? WARNING: Forbidden Relationship Trope

"They told you that you were weak. They lied." Elara Morwen has spent twenty-four years thinking she's defective—a failure in a world where magical strength decides your worth. Her poor spark of power barely lights a candle while her bigger sister Celestine dazzles the Mage Council with storms and lightning. When Celestine steals Elara's fiancé on their wedding day, openly humiliating her and saying Elara's "embarrassing weakness" would taint their family's history, Elara's world shatters completely. Disowned, penniless, and broken, Elara takes what she thinks is a charitable study post from the Council—only to find she's been sold as a human sacrifice. They chain her in the Scorched Wastes atop the Dragonspire, an ancient jail holding Azrathion, the last Dragon King. Legend says he wrecked half the world before being shut away. The truth? He was imprisoned for refusing to let witches take dragon souls to fuel their power. When Elara's blood hits the evil chains, everything changes. The seal doesn't just break—it recognizes her. Her "weak" magic bursts into an inferno of silver dragonfire, showing the terrible truth: Elara's power was never weak. It was sealed at birth because she carries the Dragonheart—a mythical magic capable of freeing every dragon the Mage Council has secretly kept imprisoned for three hundred years. Azrathion emerges: deadly, beautiful, and totally angry. He's also bound to her through an old soul-bond that ties his life to hers. He needs her living to keep his freedom, but she needs him to master the dangerous power now consuming her from within. As forced closeness becomes electric attraction, Azrathion shows the impossible: Elara isn't just powerful—she's the spirit of Lysandra, the Dragon Queen he loved and lost three centuries ago. The woman whose death sparked the Dragon War. The woman whose last words were a promise to return. But Elara isn't Lysandra. She's her own person, and she's done being controlled by anyone—even a devastatingly arrogant dragon king saying she's his chosen mate. When the Mage Council discovers Elara survived and woke both her power and the Dragon King, they start a brutal campaign to retake them both. Celestine, consumed by jealous rage that her "worthless" sister has become the most powerful being living, makes a twisted deal with the Council's darkest witches. Now Elara must decide: accept the power that scares her, trust the dragon king who claims their love transcends death itself, and burn down the system that kept her in chains—or lose everything, including the second chance at a love that was stolen three lifetimes ago. They called her weak. They should have killed her when they had the chance.

"You dare show me mercy? I, who burned kingdoms to ash?" Elara Veylin has been called weak her whole life. Her gentle healing skills are useless in a kingdom that values warrior magic and dragon-slayers. It was a joke that cost her everything. On the night of her engagement party, her fiancé cheats her in public with her stepsister, and her merchant father kicks her out of the family business for "embarrassing the family name" in front of the Dragon Corps elite. Elara is thrown out with nothing and falsely accused of taking family jewels. She is then given the worst punishment possible: she is sent to the Emberlands jail to take care of the empire's biggest secret. This is Drakarion, the Last Flame. After refusing to be the empire's weapon for three hundred years, the old dragon was chained and abused until he went crazy. His power was then used to power the army that killed his kind. Every keeper that was sent to him either ran away in fear or died trying to show who was boss. Elara doesn't try to control him, though. She simply tends his wounds. A soft voice. Shows him the first real kindness he's experienced in three hundred years. And it breaks something inside him. When she touches Drakarion and his chains crack in a strange way, an old soul bond starts to work, connecting their lives, magic, and even their heartbeats. If she dies, he dies. If he flees, she's killed as a traitor. But here's the twist: Elara's "weak" healing magic is actually Lifeweaving—a banned art the empire exterminated because it's the only power that can repair what they destroyed: the dragons themselves. As the bond between them deepens and Drakarion's humanity reawakens, Elara learns the horrifying truth: her family built their wealth on dragon blood trade, and her stepsister is now engaged to the Commander who organized Drakarion's capture. They want the dragon's heart to finish a ritual that will make the kingdom invincible. Elara faces an impossible choice: stay the gentle nurse everyone despises, or accept the bond with a creature of vengeance and burn down the empire that broke them both. The girl they called weak will teach them that kindness can be deadly. The dragon they called monster will learn that love is more frightening than rage. And together, they'll set the world ablaze—with kindness and fire intertwined.