A Fate Inked In Blood Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Aiden’s Pov The dagger was very heavy in my hand as it’s cold metal bit into my palm. The royal carving on the hilt of the dagger looked darker than usual in the light. When I thought about Caine had done, it felt like I could still taste the iron of the blood. Every step I took toward Caine’s chambers felt louder than the previous one. Anger burned in my chest like a fire that I could not stop. I had found the blade buried and It had my father’s blood on it. The thought that someone inside our walls had used that weapon made my knuckles white around the handle.

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A strange smile crept onto her face, and then she turned to Steven. “Hand, Alpha,” she said, and Steven extended his hand without hesitation. The old woman drew a blade, slicing his palm. His blood dripped into a bowl she held with ritualistic care. Then, she approached me, grabbing my arm. “Wha—” “Be calm,” she murmured, dipping her fingers into Steven’s blood and tracing a crescent moon on my shoulder. The blood burned against my skin, and I bit back a gasp. I saw Steven wince, feeling the shared pain and connection sealing between us.

He pretended to think very seriously about it. “I don’t know.” His thumb traced slow circles over her bump. “Sometimes I think it’s a girl…” A faint smile appeared on face. “A tiny little version of you running around the house and completely controlling my life.” Hazel giggled softly. “And sometimes?" Alan’s eyes softened further. “Sometimes I think it’s a boy who’s going to inherit your eyes and your habit of making me emotional for no reason.” Hazel smiled shyly while Alan leaned down and kissed her forehead. “But honestly?”

"So if you could just marry us, we'll be on our way." The Priest shook his head vehemently. "I will not!" Sean glared at the man. "Very well." He turned towards me, still holding Anya's hand in his. "Nova,” he said. "I, Beta Sean, reject you as my mate and denounce our bonds given by the Moon Goddess. I no longer have any obligation to you." Every shred of hope and control I had left disappeared as my knees buckled and I slid to the floor, crying. My dad went for Sean again, and the church burst into commotion as men struggled to stop the fight.

Then he slowly raised his hand and pointed directly at the three of them with one long finger. In the very next moment, Fefe launched herself at Vyrelen with incredible speed. Half of her entire body was already covered in thick black ink that moved and flowed across her skin like it was alive. She was using her ink as her primary weapon, manipulating it with her mind and her powers. The ink extended from her body and began creating multiple weapons in mid air. Sharp blades made of solid ink formed in her hands. Whips of ink extended from her arms and lashed out toward Vyrelen. Spears of hardened ink shot toward him from different angles. She moved like a dancer, spinning and attacking from

I turned around and looked at the portrait one more time. "I will make you proud father," I whispered. A tear dropped from my eyes as i remembered our time together. even though it was limited it was and will forever be the best days of my life. The ritual took place under the moonlight. All the elders, their sons, and some members of the pack were present. There was already a fire burning as they waited for my arrival. The eldest man asked me to step forward and he slit my palm and put the blood in a bowl. He did the same with the elders and their sons. They all healed immediately and they swore their loyalty to their new alpha.

It was… "A circle of roses, bleeding. A silver crown pierced by thorns. A pair of red, slitted eyes above a mouth full of fangs. And in the center— A girl. Barefoot. Pale. Hands outstretched. Eyes wide. Offering." It had spilled out of me in a trance at home. I didn’t remember sketching it. Didn’t even choose the colors. My brush had moved like it remembered something I didn’t. “You sure you’re okay?” Lila asked, her voice softer now. “This isn’t just dark, Bella. It’s… haunting.”

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”