Book Of Fate Novels & Stories

48 Alex The phone in my hand felt like a block of lead, its faint glow casting an eerie light across the darkened room. My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling as I stared at the message for the third—no, fourth—time, hoping that somehow the words would change or that I’d wake up from this nightmare. "Luckily for you, that imbecile Liam took the bullet. You should’ve been dead by now. You’re lucky, but your luck won’t save you forever. I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you. You’ll die, Alex."

Josie sighed, “Sometimes the elders in this village are more narrow minded the townsfolk. I didn’t know it would stem to this.” “Please don’t worry Josie. From what I know pain last for years but soon enough they would understand that what occurred was no one’s fault. It was—” “Fate?” Shawn finished his words, causing the man’s eyes to stop of him. He scoffed at the word. “Yes, fate. Something written by someone who create us as they lead our life in their will. There is nothing more that I hate than trusting whatever ‘fate’ this world has for us.”

“He thinks he's my fated mate or something.” Nancy choked on her coffee, spluttering slightly. “Seriously?” I rolled my eyes. “I know, right? I’ve been waiting years for my fated mate, and when the mysterious son of Kiran Cadelyn comes into play and helps me one time, he assumes he’s my mate.” Her eyes squinted, “Well…I kind of had a feeling about that, too, Sets.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did we do something I can’t remember?

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

I throw back the rest of my drink and fix my eyes on the dance floor below, bodies writhing in time to the bass. Persephone scoffs beside me. “But how will you satisfy your mate if you don't even know what you are doing?” I ignore her. She presses harder. “I could help you. Teach you a few things. Show you how to rock her world.” “Penny,” Alistair snaps, his voice sharp now. “No, you will not.” Daemon finally cuts in, voice calm and firm. “Leave him be, all of you. There is nothing strange about waiting for your fated.”

I could not. Because he might be right. My mother’s visions. The barrier. The meadow. My father waiting on the other side. Victor surviving twenty-one years in the Outlands. The Wraith bells. Emberfall. Seraphina. Ronan’s bond. Lucian’s bargain. The path that should have been impossible and somehow kept opening just before we reached it. Maybe fate had been cruel. Maybe fate had been careful. Maybe both.

However, there always seems to be a lurking feeling of unease whenever I see it. I always knew that the castle has its story, a tale of mystery interweaving the cause of its constantly slamming windows or the rapid banging against its door of abyss. It has no clouds and no grounds, just fog and snow―the very snow that swallows it. I cannot help the chill… the fear. It reels through my veins, mingling with my blood. Then it comes back out in the form of cold breaths and Goosebumps. Even as my vision fades, I still feel the reality of the Castle. I now know part of the cause of its fate, and I am beginning to sense that there were souls cursed together with this cruel fortune.

The one who would help protect those who needed it, just like he did with Brynn. One thing that many of you had mentioned was that you enjoyed the species integration seen throughout this book and the Fated series. We will see the byproduct of that during the Legacies of Destiny series. Kalen’s story will be the first one, followed by Zion’s, and then Lola’s story. I hope that you will continue along for the ride.

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.