Bound By Prophecy, Claimed By Fate Novels & Stories

Chapter 86: The Regret That Remains IRIS As the adage goes; no one knows tomorrow. Who knows the fearful cold would be at my mercy one day? Begging me to let him live? I thought he was strong? I thought he was ruthless and undefeatable? Why can't he defeat me now?

My curse. Her voice was smoke, curling low and steady through the chamber. “Flame buried beneath ash. Fang bound by duty. Roses bleeding in shadow. Stars lost to the dark.” The prophecy. I froze, the words slicing through me like a blade I couldn’t avoid. Her gaze seared into mine, and though I told myself this was just the Gauntlet, an illusion meant to break me, I couldn’t look away. “The bloodlines were never meant to stand apart. Unity or ruin, Nora Carver. Choice or fate. Balance will not wait.”

“They’ll follow the cause.” He leaned on the stone beside her. “You are the cause.” A beat of silence. Then she asked, quietly, “Do you think we can win?” Kieran didn’t answer right away. Then: “I think you’ve already made the impossible possible. And I think Lucian knows it.” Selene nodded, her thoughts churning. She could feel the pull of fate tightening like a snare. The moon hung high and full above them now, casting silver light across the land.

With the knowledge of the future, they have the chance to change or keep going on the same path they’re on. I’ve told too many futures that became weapons. Every time I protested, they reminded me that I owed them, and if it weren’t for them, I would have been dangerous for everyone around me, and what they did to me was the utmost protection they could give for someone like me. After all, a she-wolf shouldn’t have such abilities as mine. I was an abomination of nature. That’s what they kept telling me, and I began to believe it. “Was that really necessary?” This time, I couldn’t help but complain while flinching as the bracelet, which was doused with wolfsbane essence, touched my wrist.

“They move when you’re near.” The words seemed to hit him, and he froze. He extended his hand slowly, reverently, and covered hers with his palm. Where their hands met, heat flared. His eyes softened, but his rough fingers shook. “They’re strong,” he murmured. “Just like their mother.” A small, pained smile curved her lips. “Strong, maybe. But trapped.” The word hung between them like a curse. Her life, her freedom, even the children she carried — all bound by Damien’s claim, by the prophecy that marked her fate.

“This bond was not woven on my loom. It was carved into existence before the first star burned. Before any of us had names. I cannot sever it. None of us can.” “You’re telling us we’re powerless?” the crow-feathered god asks, each syllable a blade. “I’m telling you,” I answer, “That if you try to cut what fate has bound, you’ll only drive them closer — and bring the ruin you’re trying to outrun.” The stormfire god’s heat spikes, searing the shadows. “Then what? Do we just wait? Watch? Pray?” “You can pray if it comforts you,” I tell them,

“Why am I tied to this… prophecy?” Lucian’s gaze softened. “Because you’re the Crimson Fated, Aria. The prophecy speaks of a soul bound by love and tragedy, destined to either unite our worlds or tear them apart. The Crimson Heart is the key, and you’re the only one who can wield its power.” She took a step back, her mind reeling. “No. That can’t be true. I’m just… me. A hunter. I can’t be the answer to some ancient prophecy.”

“The prophecy is a path, not a dictate. It guides, it warns, but it does not force action. You must understand it fully before you act. And there are layers you cannot yet perceive.” The bond flared again, insistent, pulsing with the weight of magic, fate, and a hunger that could not be sated. Elara pressed her palms to her chest, breathing hard. The prophecy was not just words—it was alive, and it entwined with every pulse of the curse.

Every phrase, every stanza seems to carry an echo of truth, hinting at a purpose that transcends the boundaries of their ordinary life. Prophecy and reality converge, twining together like ivy on an ancient castle wall. The new character stands at the crossroads of time, their own story intertwined with the hero's legendary saga. They find themselves caught in the currents of fate, carried along by forces beyond their control. Yet, the prophecies are not mere directives; they are invitations to unravel the mysteries that have been woven into their very existence.

he turned to Leo arching his brows. "That's a mere myth Taynor. It is said that angels are forbidden from touching the book, a curse has been placed on it, if at all its real"leo explained. "A myth that is true. Wait till I get it on hold!" "Why do you want to become human Taynor? Divine creatures dream everyday to become immortals. Are you dumb! You were birthed with a rare gift!" "Once again Leo, you know nothing about me!"he bellowed. "Now get us the fuck out of here!"