A Cruel And Fated Light Novels & Stories

Kael had memorized the words until they were etched into his soul: "A world without friction is a world that eventually stops turning. If the peace becomes a cage, break the glass. If the light becomes so bright that you can no longer see the shadows, remember that growth only happens in the dark. Do not be afraid of the fire; be afraid of a light that never changes." Kael lifted the vial. It didn't glow with the calm, rhythmic pulse of the modern cities. It flickered. It was a violent, jagged silver—a liquid lightning that seemed to fight against the glass walls of its container.

It was the Crimson Blade. “Didn't I says not to get close to them? What, Now? One of them already know your a girl. Later on he will also know you are a Killer. Didn't I say you don't need them? That you don't deserve them? Your a lonely wolf seeking for revenge. You can't get too close to anyone until you achieve it. We been shackled with this hatred towards that man. A fire that will never be burnt down. We're living in darkness and they are living in the light. Light and dark can never be together.”

The words shifted as I stared, letters rearranging themselves until I could read them clearly. The blood of light will walk among shadows. I sucked in a breath. "She will hear voices not her own." "She will run and she will be found." My hands trembled. This wasn’t possible. This was some sick coincidence. I flipped the page. Images flickered across the paper, not quite words. A forest bathed in moonlight. Golden eyes watching from the dark. A woman standing between light and shadow, her hands glowing. The woman in the image looked like me!!

I slurred failing in my attempts to raise my eyelids. I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before I gave up, succumbing to the darkness as my eyelids closed. Not before I heard words that would follow me wherever I went, "The light can never truly love the darkness for they are fated but never destined to be one" {THANKS FOR READING!}

I curled into myself on my side of bed, my fingers fluttering over my stomach. After the dark, comes the light. Fabiano could do anything he wanted but I wouldn’t let him snatch my light away this time. I won’t let him spread his darkness in my light. After the dark, comes the light. ***

“I am born of hate, of centuries of pain. You are just—” But my wolf was already awake. My body ignited with brilliant light—a white-hot, blinding force that burned like divine flame. The curse hissed, recoiling as I raised my hand. The aura expanded, engulfing me in a radiant sphere. “No,” I said. “I’m the Light of fucking Hope.” The attack was instinctual. My wolf lunged—no hesitation. The light surged forward like a cleansing storm, and the Curse screamed. The roots snapped as the light tore through them, one by one. The veins exploded in flares of silver as the darkness tried to flee.

“Anima fracta, per sanguinem et flamma, Redi per portam vetustatis, Corpus tuum novum, anima ligata— Intrate nunc, Heaven, et vivas iterum!” The flames around the circle surged high, burning blue as the table before her trembled, same with the foundation below our feet. A thin and high scream ripped through the night as a swirl of silver light spun downward from the darkened clouds. It hit the Freda in the chest. Her body arched violently, back snapping into a perfect curve as the light forced its way inside her. Her scream deepened, it became layered and distorted.

With its soothing melody, she slowly closes her eyes as she bares everything of this day unto her mind, promising unconsciously to keep it forever. With the day that is almost over, she asks the question. “The song that you play, what was it called?” Smirking as Arthur proudly smiles, he replied. “Direction of Light.” BOTH HOLDING THE CONSEQUENCE OF THE GODS PLAY AND THE WORLD’S CRUEL FATE, THEY PLAY THE MELODY AND THE START OF THE BLOODY FATE, DESTINY SET FROM THE VERY BEGINNING. “Can you take the blame, Daniela?”

Whom he doesn't even love before his accident. And now after the accident, I'm nothing to him. He wants to discard me to aside only because of one woman who doesn't even worth him? Wha.... What kind of a life is this? What kind of a Fate is this ya Allah (oh Lord!) You know this is a CRUEL FATE, right? I haven't done anything wrong, then why am I suffering for the sins I didn't commit? Or if I've sin against you unknowingly, can you please forgive me? Take pity on my child and don't do this to me please- I mentally made a plead to Allah.

Suddenly the air felt thick with electricity. I skidded to a halt a few yards away from where he landed. He was shining like a beacon, his whole body bathed in the most beautiful white light. Impossible! Fated Mates are a myth! I mentally screamed, but my feet moved me toward him of their own volition. There was no denying that none of the others seemed to sense the electricity that was thick between us or the light emitting from him. I couldn't stop my feet from moving me closer either even as my brain screamed that only Lycan really had destined mates, fated mates were a Fae story told to little girls. My hand reached up as if to touch him, but before it actually could I felt a pain in the