A Cruel And Fated Light Novels & Stories

The voice answered before I could form the words. “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 k

Tonight, the manor would drown in its own blood. Seeing the Strigoi join their Dhampir offspring, I didn’t hesitate. Now, I ordered. The UV lamps ignited with merciless brilliance, rays of violet slicing through the thick night like the judgment of gods. Strigoi shrieked as the light kissed their skin. Flesh blistered and peeled in seconds. Some dropped mid-sprint, clawing at their own melting faces. Their screams ripped through the stillness like the sky itself was bleeding. This was no longer a standoff.

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”

“O-okay.” “I don’t know if we’re running into a battle, so when we get back, I need you to find somewhere safe. Preferably in the packhouse. There will be people there that will protect you.” I nodded, fully clothed now. Suddenly I heard the gut wrenching crunch of bones breaking and couldn’t tear my eyes from Zak as his body twisted and contorted quickly. His body grew larger and carmel fur sprouted from his skin. In just seconds, the large be

A gloomy cloud of loss surrounds us and I have no idea why this man keeps sacrificing his people to the witches. "Thanks, my friend," Kelly's father smiles. A dark mischievous smile that causes shivers to run down my spine. " I knew you would do the right thing," he says and takes a step towards us. His eyes gleaming with darkness. It is as if he feeds on our fear. His steps are slow but loud enough to make our hearts tremble with anxiety. People are about to lose their lives and loved ones. "Now little pups. I am honored you have to sacrifice yourself for your queen's return," the man smiles and crouches in front of us.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

I smelled it in him—the metallic tang of corrupted power, like old magic twisted into rot. We broke apart, both panting, both bloodied. His laughter rang out, hoarse but triumphant. “You fight well,” he admitted, wiping blood from his lip. “But you’re blinded. You think you can rewrite destiny with brute strength? Fate will take her from you, Lucian. And when it does, you will beg for death.” Before I could strike again, a sound split the air. My heart lurched. It was soft, muffled, but unmistakable.

"Uhh... I'm Aurora. Aurora Macafee." I watched as his smile turned into a thin line, his eyes frowning into tiny slits. All the warmth he had towards me earlier was now gone. I wasn't some random girl who needed help; I was a traitor, even though I had done nothing wrong. Being a traitor was my birthright. A title my parents had earned when my mom chose my father over the previous Alpha. I hadn't even been born at that time, so why had my mom's choice for love been something that I had to be punished for. By the glazed-over look in his eyes, I could tell that the warrior was mind linking. I waited patiently, still hoping that the Alpha would give him the okay to let me into the packhouse to

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

Alex replied sternly. "Clearly, you have no idea what you're talking about. I'm only fighting for what belongs to me." "By instilling fear in your subjects so that they can submit to you?" He seemed to have hit him below the belt as he growled and moved away from the throne. "A time will come when the light shall rise and the whole world will be able to see it with the naked eye. In a few days, it will either pass this part of the universe or strike a blow from which you may never recover. This light is the Orb. The Galaxus has written its fate and there's nothing you can do to change it. It will poison your waters and many of you shall die from its bitterness."