Bound By Fate Broken By Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

"From you. From fate. From that bond that chained his soul to yours." My hand slammed the bars. The iron rang out like a war bell. "You enslaved him. You broke something sacred. You turned love into a weapon." She smiled, small, crooked, venomous. "And yet... I won. For a time." I drew a breath that burned on the way down. "No. You delayed the inevitable. The bond is broken now. And so are you." "I'm still alive," she hissed. "You came to gloat? To crush what's left of me?"

"We may be bound by fate, divided by blood, but our love will be our compass, guiding us through the darkness." As they parted ways, the echo of their shared promise lingered in the air, a fragile thread of defiance woven against the tapestry of ancient hatred. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, fraught with perils and shadowed by the ever-present threat of exposure. Yet, in the depths of their hearts, a spark of defiance burned, a testament to the enduring power of love that dared to rewrite the rules of their world.

The bond was broken, I winced and held my chest, feeling the pain of the broken bond. “You will regret this,” Aeson said and stormed away. Alpha Draxen tried to hold me, noticing the pain I was in, but I moved away from him. “Probably because of my bond with Aeson, I don't feel yours but I am not meant to be your Luna, please reconsider,” I bowed slightly and walked out. As I walked away without looking back. I could still feel his gaze on me, as though reminding me that it was far from over. “What happened?” Elaris suddenly jumped into my path, startling me.

This was a different kind of breaking. The fact that the woman he loved was tied to another was one thing. But the fact that they might have feelings for each other, that there was a real, tangible chance felt in a kiss, and yet could do nothing against the immovable wall of fate itself... that was a special kind of torture. His breath hitched, a ragged, broken sound. No matter how strong their pull was, fate would always, always bring her back to her fated half. And it was not him. He was just the wrong person who loved her at the wrong time, forever.

“Go meet your love.” ‎ ‎The words hit him like ice water. She was angry, furious and hurt. But more than anything, she was heartbroken. And still, somehow, she looked him in the eye with fire. ‎ ‎What made him think she’d simply obey?

Damn it, why does he sound so sad saying that, and why am I affected by it? “Look, I don’t think you’re unworthy. Y-you seem like a decent guy, actually. But this ability of mine… doesn’t always help. Seeing the future doesn’t always mean you will conquer it. Sometimes, it hurts you more to know.” I answered, mostly referencing how he was made to believe that there was nothing he could do to save his mate. I didn’t want to see sadness in his eyes anymore, but if that’s what it takes for him to stay away, then what is a moment of it?

Just two strangers who happen to share the same bloodline. Sasha shook his head. You are wrong, cousin. The bond was broken, yes. But it was not destroyed. It was just transferred. Redirected. Like a river that has been dammed in one place and released in another. He turned back to Ela, his gray eyes soft, almost tender. She is my fated mate now. Not because I chose her. Not because she chose me. Because fate chose both of us. And fate, unlike the Council, unlike our families, unlike the people who have spent centuries trying to control us, cannot be bought or sold or broken.

There was no turning back. “I, Damon Westwood before the elders and members make this vow in spirit and soul" he began. I repeated after him and then he began to recite the vows. “Before the eternal stars and the silent moon,I kneel in shadow and light alike.I vow to bind my breath to the living, my blade to the forgotten,my soul to the endless hunt.” He started. I repeated after him and he continued. Our voices were the only thing we could hear. “By ash and by fire, by blood and by dust,I renounce slumber while the fanged still walk.Let no glamour cloud my sight, let no darkness sway my spirit” he said and I repeated again.

For she was his and he was hers for all eternity and back. The golden bond between them flared again, bright and tangible, enveloping them like a cocoon. Samantha’s influence, though still lingering in the world outside, could not penetrate here. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper of their combined wills was a testament to the indestructible bond forged by fate and love. Theirs was true and Fated and no manipulation can triumph against the force of their love... their bond... their will.

she'd said, touching my hand, "belongs to the moon and to fate. Only when the bond with your fated mate is whole again will the curse break. If not, he will die." That didn't deter me from visiting other seers. But each one said the same thing. I had to marry Tyler. Because he was my true mate. Because Gavin was born of us- bound by fate. And the only way to save him... was to he with the man who broke me. How could fate be so cruel?