Book Of Fate Novels & Stories

Noah pecked his nose. Just then they laughed as Benjamin's stomach grumbled. "Come lets eat. And then i will make sure to wreck this cottage at every surface". Noah winked pulling him into his arms. "I will be waiting". Benjamin winked too. Yes... It was their beginning of a new life. Happy. Wild. Full of love. And yes lots of poundings... This was their Fate that they wrote... ---- Tabby

“You’re catching on. Yes, they get another chance. But they don’t remember their past lives. Each time is a new beginning.” Charlene’s mind raced. “So what about the Fates? What’s their deal?” “Ah, now you’re asking the real questions.” ReNew’s voice grew thoughtful. “There are two groups here—the ones who lead and the ones who guide souls on their journeys. The Fates are the workers, the ones who carry out destiny. Over time, their spirits pass on, recycled into new lives—either as another Fate or as a soul awaiting rebirth.” “And the others?”

NOTE TO READERS: This the last season to the book and it's titled: The Dragon Queen's return. Still the same story, same characters with different twist and and suspense. You're going to love it. __________ INTRO {Lylah's short narrate} Fate. One fucking word I hate the most. It’s unstoppable. Yeah, I tried to believe that shit, but it always comes down to the same conclusion… Fuck fate. Fuck the Moon Goddess. And fuck everyone.

“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?”

I earned the scholarship to study with the highborns and elites. My fingers involuntarily moved to my lips. If they weren’t bruised and swollen, I never would have believed any of this was real. It still seemed like a dream. Noah, Cole and Hayes were well known for their flirtatious ways even with a mate. Was this what it was? Just another conquest added to their endless list? I bumped into a girl and all her books crashed on the floor.

“How do you know that’s what it feels like?” “My parents explained it to me. My mother was my father's second chance mate while my father was her fated mate. I didn’t believe them, but since meeting my fated mate only to find she’s mated to someone else I can confirm that that is exactly how it feels.” He shrugged, running his large hand through his thick dark hair.

Marcel moves closer to her slowly. “I want the same as you, the werewolves out of the witches’ lives. Alaric out of our home, Willow gone and no longer in control! They plan to get the vampires on their side and destroy the Monventla. I am the only person who knows where the book is; the spells are within it.” Marcel nods, sitting down. “What book might that be? The witches lost all of their written manuscripts centuries ago.” He looks at her waiting, Dan still stood on guard.

“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. ____

"I knew it...I am not going to last any longer in this mansion. Just because I wished to save my brother's life, my life is on edge of being taken away. 'She thought before closing her eyes, tears flowed from her eyes. This life wasn't better than the one she had been living before she met him anymore. She was broken. ***** The woman with the silver hair sat on a chair as she flipped through the pages of a book in haste until she got to a certain page with the title' THE PROPHECY'. Her eyes roamed over the words as she continued flipping. "Why would she even be here if she isn't meant to? And why would she be with that devil when they are just like fire and ice?' She thought. Her eyes finall

Allow fate to unfold naturally, so you don't find yourself fighting against the wind in the future," he expressed, and I remained rooted in place. His words penetrated deep within me, resonating with my very being. I would be dishonest if I said Justin's words didn't make sense—they did, and I felt grateful for his words of wisdom. Morning arrived, and we embarked on our journey back to Lucland. Throughout the night, I pondered Justin's words, weighing their significance. Ultimately, I decided that I would follow wherever the winds of fate led me, but I wouldn't give up on my search. Whether fated or not, Sophia was my friend, and she needed assistance. Gathering my belongings, I prepared my