A Cruel And Fated Light Novels & Stories

It sounded so familiar… “Wait, as in Azariah Cadelyn?” Chase asked, surprise threading through his voice. “As in Alpha Kiran Cadelyn's son? From the Crimsonfang pack?” Huh? I looked up, Chase’s eyes widened, mirroring my own shock. The name hit me like a punch. The Crimsonfangs were infamous for their brute strength, their reputation casting a long shadow over many packs. Undefeated, dominating the warzones like it was their playground. I’d only ever dreamed about meeting Alpha Kiran, which stemmed from rumors that swirled around him like whispers in the dark. He was loved just as much as he was feared, the perfect man adored by many. Yet, his son and Luna were rarely mentioned.

I said in a cold and steady voice, "Just like your promises. They're all broken." His hand trembled slightly, as if my words had cut deep. Lucas stood silent for a long moment before inhaling a slow, painful breath. A flicker of desperation crossed his eyes as he asked, "Wilma… if none of that had happened, do you think… maybe there could've still been a chance for us?" His voice was low, pleading, like he was grasping at the last sliver of hope. But I shook my head gently. "There are no what-ifs. Just like the stars… Once they choose their path, their orbits are set. They'll never cross paths again."

Light swallowed her whole. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t the soft, ethereal glow she had seen in her visions. This light burned. It tore through her like a storm, ripping at her thoughts, her breath, her body—until she wasn’t falling so much as being unmade. Her scream dissolved into the brightness, stolen by the force dragging her through the breach. She felt Erevan’s shadows claw at her ankles, desperate, furious, clinging to her like a lover refusing to let go.

Fear gripped my heart, but then I heard Aura’s voice in my mind, clear and resolute, **“Use your light.” I focused on the warmth that emanated deep within my core, letting it build and spread until it engulfed me. The dark rogues hesitated, sensing the change, but it was too late for them. I released the light in a blinding, radiant wave. The rogues let out a collective howl of agony as the light consumed them, turning them to ash.

“Tenebrae manus, umbrae servio Mors certa, vita incerta Astra descendit, tenebrae ascendit Umbrae dominus, imperium obtineo” Translated, it meant: “Shadows grasp, darkness serves Death is certain, life is uncertain The stars descend, and darkness ascends Master of shadows, I obtain power.” I read the passage aloud, the words tasting bitter on my lips. Lady Marietta's eyes gleamed with approval, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just made a terrible mistake. “One more step to go,” she grinned, her pupil turned red as she magically brought a lighted candle and a knife.

A thin trail of blood glistened against Edward’s lip before falling to the ground. ‎The moment froze. Edward’s jaw tightened, his eyes glinting with something dark and dangerous. Then, slowly, a smile curved his mouth—not one of amusement, but of promise. The kind of smile that said Ryan’s defiance had sealed his fate. There’s nothing that will save him now, Edward thought. Not after this. ‎

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

Raw and hot. My entire body seized, fire licking down my veins. The pain was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Every nerve in me lit up in torment, like my skin was being peeled back layer by layer. I could hear myself grunting—but even that felt distant as darkness claimed me while pain clawed at my throat. The last thing I heard was Liam’s strained voice calling my name in a wheezy tone as I let the darkness win me over. When I opened my eyes again, the world felt… different. Rather lighter and steadier.

Shadows exploded outward in a wave of darkness—and then began to unravel. Lucian’s eyes widened, his grip on his sword faltering. “No… this isn’t… how it ends…” Selene met his gaze, unwavering. “It ends with the light, Lucian. It ends with hope.” The darkness receded like a dying storm. Lucian crumpled, his armor cracking, shadows fleeing his body like rats from a sinking ship. His final breath was a ragged exhalation—then nothing but silence. Selene staggered back, exhausted, the Lunaris Blade now dull and lifeless in her hand.

The destiny she had once feared now felt like second nature. “You twisted the prophecy to fit your desires,” Eve said, her voice steady, unwavering. “But you were wrong. Fate isn’t something you can manipulate.” The woman let out a furious snarl and raised her hands. Dark tendrils of shadow coiled from her fingertips, writhing like snakes, seeking to consume Eve’s light. They lashed toward her, hungry and relentless. Eve didn’t move. She didn’t need to. The moment the darkness touched her aura, it disintegrated into nothingness.