Bound By Fate Book Novelas e Histórias

"What's even more peculiar is that the Preface of the Apocalyptic Book led my father to the Apocalyptic Book and taught him the technique of Fate Extraction, while the Apocalyptic Book can only be unlocked by someone with the Ascended Dragon Fate. My father's subsequent experiences gradually forced him into a position where he had no choice but to sacrifice himself to protect me. This compelled him to transfer his fate to me and arrange for Raymond to deliver the Apocalyptic Book to me 20 years later. Do you think this might all be part of an elaborate trap?" A trace of horror flashed across Vera's face. Her eyes widened as she blurted out, "Are you implying that all of this was deliberately

"Mate bonds are not something people usually research especially our people." "Why not?" "Because it is fate." Corvin turns to look at him. "Who can go against fate?" Sage says nothing with a frown forming on his face. "That is not exactly helpful." Corvin chuckles. "It is not exactly meant to be." He then walks toward one of the shelves and pulls out a thick, worn book. Dust rises slightly when he sets it on te table. "This contains most of what we know. But then again as I said, we can't go against fate."

I closed my eyes briefly and reread the last paragraph. “If you have come this far then you have succeeded in harnessing my powers, be careful how you apply it, I will teach you what you need to know to survive the future that I saw. But fate can always be changed sometimes as easily as by a choice that alters your life path and sometimes it is by will or by magic. In the pages to come I will tell you the future I saw but only you will be able to read it when you have found your talisman. This book is dangerous in another witch’s hands. I bound it with my blood and my magic which is now yours, always read alone.”

Willow nods, she knows it will be. “I know; that’s why I’m putting several spells on it. One to hide the contents from anyone who hasn’t been given permission, one to bind the book closed so only I can open it, and another to make it invisible to everyone's eye when I’m not using it.” She has thought about it all, she will ensure no one can get into it.

The third man nodded, "Oh, of course I know that. He's never alone. We can't afford to be divided, all the clan leaders must come together at once” Something strange happened then, although they were still talking it was as if I was walking farther away but I was still there. Everything was becoming a blur and the last thing I saw, I would never forget. It was a mantle, a Bible to all who knew it. On top of the carved altar sat what everybody called a myth, the book.

I looked like the perfect bride. Too perfect, I thought bitterly. The perfect pawn in a game I never asked to play. My eyes shifted to the window. The world outside seemed so open, so free. It called to me like a silent invitation. Run, a voice in my head urged. You still have time. Just run. My heart thudded harder at the thought. If I ran now, I’d finally be free from them — the Carringtons, their rules, their lies. Run, Ava. Run before it’s too late.

Vee said softly, her voice trembling with the sudden realization. Adrian stood still for a moment, completely consumed by the pull he felt toward her. His body tensed, and then, without warning, he took a step toward her. Their hands met in the air, the bond sealing in that one simple touch. The entire room seemed to hold its breath as the undeniable force of fate brought them together. Derek and I exchanged a glance. I could feel the bittersweetness of the moment in my chest, knowing that we had already shared something deeper, yet the world around us was about to shift dramatically.

“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 say. Fate’s gaze snaps back to me. “Then what is?” I meet his eyes. “Weight.” The word settles like gravity. Fate stiffens. “He acted.” “Yes,” I agree. “And he carried the cost.” Silence hums between us. “He has not yet outweighed.” The realization moves through Fate like a blade. “You mean,” he begins. “Yes,” I say. “He has altered outcomes, but he absorbed the imbalance himself instead of releasing it into the world. The scales remain level for now. The Weave has no justification to bind him.”

We were bound by something deeper, something that defied explanation, something that sent a cold shiver crawling down my spine. We were something beyond mortal comprehension. Something tethered to the abyss itself, lurking in the shadows of fate, waiting to consume us whole. Kin, bound by blood and destiny. A fate intertwined not just by love or the pull of the mate bond, but by something ancient, something dark—something that whispered in the marrow of my bones, waiting, watching, lurking just beyond the veil of my understanding. What force had bound us so completely? And at what cost?