A Fate Inked In Blood Fanart Novels & Stories

“Ayla! Breathe—listen to me!” “I—I can’t—” Her voice broke. It felt as if her veins were rivers of fire and her heartbeat was the drum of some dark god. Every mark along her skin burned, each one whispering fragments of words she couldn’t understand. Kian gripped her shoulders. “Focus on me, not the ink.” But it was too late. The ink wanted her to listen. She saw flashes behind her eyes—images bleeding together like spilled paint. A black ocean under a blood moon. A figure standing on the water’s surface, hair white as starlight, eyes bleeding silver tears. A whisper rose through the chaos: “The moon remembers. Even when you don’t.”

They don’t understand what I am. I walk to the vanity mirror. It’s an antique, the silver backing tarnished with age. Perfect. I bite the inside of my lip until I taste copper and let a droplet of blood pool on my tongue, before smearing it on my finger. Then I draw a single line down the center of the mirror. It’s not a spell. It’s a frequency. A resonance using the blood magic that binds the Faction together. I stare into the glass. Not at my reflection. Through it.

A low, animal sound rumbled in her throat, and she realized it was her own voice. Cian jerked, a wet, startled gurgle escaping him. His grip on her faltered. His knees buckled. She pulled back only when his weight dragged him down, her breath ragged, her lips painted in his blood. It dripped onto her chin, warm and slick, marking her in ways water would never wash away. He lay crumpled at her feet, gasping shallowly or maybe not at all. She didn’t check. Didn’t care. She turned and left, his blood still warm beneath her bare feet. Without a backward glance, she vanished into the shadows of the trees.

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

She needed help from her by the way. "I have to save Evelyn" she noted "I do not have an idea how I'm going to do that but I'm glad I met you. We could come up with a plan"she smiled "I have a plan already"Gina smiled and then showed her the paint she'd been mixing. "Disguise yourself just like I've always done." "Great idea"Joan smiled. They began to mix the paints till it turned to golden brown and the other turned to ash. With a painting brush, Gina helped her draw the piercing on her ear with the golden paint and with the ash, she drew the black mark that looked like a portal on her neck.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet. “I'm asking a question!!! What's your name!!!” He yelled so hard that everyone flinched feeling a cold spine run through them. “Georgia Brooke” she replied in a shaky voice. “I, Jared Cameron, the Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you, Georgia Brooke of the blue moon pack as my fated mate.." And that was it. Georgia felt a pain coursing through her body.

Lucas continued, “Her mother’s bloodline traces back to a siren clan that was thought extinct. She’s using magic to enhance the mate bond...to manipulate the thread of fate. That’s why you felt something. ” Rage surged through me like wildfire. My claws pushed beneath my skin. Manipulated. Lied to. Again. "But who was she working for?" I wondered loudly. And yet… somewhere, in the tangled confusion of it all… my mind went back to little Leister. How did he find my sanctuary? Why did I feel the real bond snap to life only after he came into my world? I stared down at the images. At the truth. At the lies. This wasn’t just a mystery anymore. It was war.

*** LILA I found myself lost in contemplation, gazing at the dusty journal, my fingers hovering above it, unsure if I should proceed to open a window into my brother Markus' soul or not. Markus, my brother, had undoubtedly caused harm not only to his intended victims but also to me. With a hesitant resolve, I opened the journal, my eyes closing momentarily in a silent prayer. The first page revealed his name intertwined with Olivia's, bound by a sketch of a paperclip symbolising their union, and beneath it, the words: 'Bound Together Forever,' were penned down.