A Fate Inked In Blood Series Novels & Stories

Then squeezing the life out of him. A slow painful death. ’Shut up.’ He shoots back. His wolf snickers in response but retreats to the back of his mind. Leaving utter silence in its place. Instead, his thoughts spiral. He had heard the stories of old. The prophecies that, after decades of proof of their impossibility, became old wives' tales. Stories told by bards, provoking intrigue to gain fame. But he could not deny it now. He was there that night. The night it all started. The markings on her body were proof of her paternal bloodline. That had never been up for debate.

I can't have you turning rouge on me, sailor, so be truthful". Jack moves me to a sitting posture, but I hear him scurrying away again. It is passed over, he says. "I believe she could also use some." Glass clinking can be heard, and then Jack's hand is once more around my arm. I struggle to free myself, but the needle pierces my skin, and I start to cry as a scorching sensation appears along my vein. "Gotta control your heat, little missy before you drive my friend here crazy," Brian adds

I tilted his head to the side. “Shh,” I cooed, in a low voice dripping with desire. “It won’t hurt. Not for long.” Then I sank my fangs into his throat. No warning. No hesitation. His body jerked, a sharp cry breaking free — but it came out muffled, broken. Warm blood rushed into my mouth like molten silk, thick and electric. The taste was chaos — laced with alcohol, pulsing with adrenaline, soaked in heartbreak. He thrashed, tried to push me away. His hands slapped at my shoulders, weak and frantic.

He didn't know the poison that would kill him was already on her tongue, seeping into his bloodstream with every kiss. He didn't know she had inked his death into her skin three days ago. That his face was now part of the people she tattooed in her flesh. He was the only one strong enough to stop her father, the only king who'd promised the other kingdoms he would end the tyrant's reign. He didn't know the girl he was about to fuck against that war table was the same assassin who'd killed his sister. Who slit his general's throat and left her mark at the foot of the Thornborn Altar.

"I'll tell you what comes after what you just read." Sarah immediately nodded, then told Sorin the translation of the Romanian Cyrillic Alphabet that she had read. "At a time when mortals and blood drinkers alike soar the skies, and wars are fought with fire, a blood drinker's silver blood will unite with the blood of its origin and the blood of its sworn enemy-the shape-shifter's. A child of the red, silver, and earth blood shall be born.”

Her sister not by blood but by fate. ~~~ THE END~~~

Oh had she known the feelings of those beggars she saw on the untidy market roads homeless and hungry, She would have shown more love and care. She wasn't so lucky then as fate had other intentions, Sophia heard a loud bang and some treacherous sound like a sack of bones hitting the tarred road. Unable to figure out where the sound was from, Sophia twisted her neck to her left but felt an excruciating pang of pain run down her spine. And that was when she saw the red liquid... Her blood, the smell of gasoline and tire, her thoughts became hazy and darkness took precedence.

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.

Every time I tried to close my eyes, another link would break, another innocent life lost. I couldn’t bring myself to leave Ruby’s side. Somehow, my little princess is hanging on despite this dark magic flowing through her veins, but how much longer can she hang on? Archie had to drag me out of her room so we could have this fucking meeting. What’s there to meet about? My pack is dying and there’s nothing I can do. “What the fuck kind of magic is it?” Dare demands, looking like he’s ready to go to war. “Yaya said it’s blood magic. Some kind of potion, or poison, her brother created. But she doesn’t believe he would use this kind of magic willingly,” Archie says defensively.