Bound By Fate Book Novels & Stories

My head throbbed, but I was already used to it. For the first time in a while, I found myself smiling. I see two futures ahead of her. One was a sure death. Her body was too weak to fight and go on... She writhes in pain as she takes her last breath in her alpha’s arms. The second is what gave me hope. They found a cure. I saw that alpha was holding a stem of Moonfire, a rare plant that only grew in places always kissed by moonlight. I only knew of it because I had nothing to do in the witch’s place. I grew accustomed to reading their grimoire and other accounts when they were not around. The Alpha found it deep in a Moonside territory. He found it, brought it back, and their healers used it

“I know this isn’t what you wanted. None of this is easy. But your father needs surgery. Your family’s future depends on it. This marriage could save everything.” Tears pricked Tammy’s eyes, she felt like she had lost control of her own life and her life was being handed over to someone else to navigate. “Sometimes life forces our hand,” Mr. Claude said gently. “But you’re stronger than you think, Tammy and we’ll face this together.” A sudden flutter of footsteps interrupted them as Aunt Kathy reappeared, bringing a tray with tea and snacks. “Let’s take a moment,” she suggested softly. As Tammy sipped the warm tea, she realized the road ahead would be complicated and painful. But in that qui

nodding I looked away from him. After seeing him shoot someone dead in front of me, everything about him scares though at the same time intrigues me. "How are you planning to fix things?" I inquired, eager to glean insights as my own life seemed like a chaotic puzzle waiting to be solved. Chuckling, he absently massaged his left ear, a gesture of both frustration and resignation. “Sometimes, we have to let fate do its thing," he remarked, our eyes locking in a moment. "Although I'm somewhat limited at the moment, I'm just helping him tackle some minor issues behind him. My main goal is to help him capture that elusive runaway coward," he stated with a determined glint in his eyes.

“You’ve come too far. You shall leave, or befall the same fate as those before you.” As I tried to say anything, the words got trapped in my throat. My chest felt crushed by false hands forcing air out my lungs. The woman moved in closer, and her eyes were like embers. “You can’t change what is in the books. The curse shall take what it is owed.” The vision collapsed, and I gasped, leaning forward. “Avery!” Jameson caught me before I fell past him, hands steady on my arms. “I’m good,” I said, though my legs felt like jelly.

I could feel his grip on my hand tighten. “Miss. Hazel Watson, do you take Mr. Alan Martin as your lawful husband, to have and hold to, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The priest asked me, I was all blank. All I could think about was Liam and Ruby. “Hazel?” my chain of thoughts broke from his soft voice and I looked at him. And I realized I have to say it now.

Words are said that I barely hear. All I can see is Libby curled into herself on the floor. All I can feel is the sick, hollow certainty that I didn’t just save her I scared her in a way that reached straight into the worst night of her life. Sofia looks at me once. There’s no anger in it. Just firm, unmistakable protection. “Not tonight,” she says quietly. I nod. What else can I do? As they help Libby to her feet, she keeps her eyes down. She never looks at me again and standing alone in the wreckage of the bookstore, adrenaline long gone, hands shaking at my sides, I realize something with brutal clarity:

DAVINA I feel eyes on us as we walk down the stairs, Gutemberg’s steps steady at my side, our fingers intertwined naturally. The warmth of his hand in mine gives me a sense of safety, though I know that no matter how gentle his touch is, what lies ahead won’t be easy. Every step we descend echoes inside me, each movement heavier than the last. But what surprises me is his calmness. As if he knows exactly what to do. As if, somehow, he has already accepted the risk and knows that the battle ahead is no longer about choice. It’s about duty.

And whats a mate? “Oh Girly I have been waiting centuries for you, you were destined to find this man and to become a werewolf, it was written by fate long before even this man right here was born. He is our Mate, he is what connects us to life, he is where our future is. I have seen your past girly and I am sorry for the heartbreak you have endured in your life time, no child deserves to be abandoned and to feel the pain you felt. That trauma, those experiences, your choices led you to that day when he found you almost dead. Fate led you to him. Fate led him to you, Fate wrote your life story to lead you to him, to lead you to me. You always felt empty, like you needed more like you were me

Ronan is scratching his arms again and this time, he takes his both hands to stop them. “Stop scratching them because your arms don’t really itch.” That seemed to surprise Ronan. “How did you know?” “I just know, so stop scratching them or you’ll hurt yourself.” * * * * * * * * * * Cross has heard multiple times and has read a couple of books regarding Fate—the unbreakable Bond between an Omega and an Alpha. The bond that is decided by destiny, both a curse and a blessing. A Bond that you didn’t choose for yourself but doesn’t have a choice but to accept it.

Dee’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “That book is a myth,” Linette said. “It doesn’t exist.” “It does,” I replied. “Covered in spikes, bloody writing, and glittering with gold and black.” Linette’s lashes fluttered. “No… that book was destroyed,” she whispered. “What is it? Some kind of forbidden text or magic?” I asked. “It’s the Book of Fate,” Linette breathed. “Said to have been destroyed centuries ago. How did you touch it?” “It… appeared in my room,” I confessed, my voice shaking.