Broken Fate Line Novels & Stories

Slowly, their lips locked to each other with their eyes closed, feeling the beautiful hymn of their favorite songs under the pale of moonlight. And as their lips separated, he smiled at her, sweetly and mumbled, "I love you." END OF THE FLASHBACK She pulled her car on the side of the road and stopped the radio. She leaned on the backrest and gazed outside. She bit her lips and tried to stop her tears but she couldn't control her feelings. It killed her when she needed to leave him behind without any trace even though she didn't intend to leave him behind those memories they shared. But what she didn't perceive, their path crossed when his car passed by hers.

It was a serious caution. The Fates broke the thread that was attached to so many other threads, because a thread is a symbol of life. Someone was going to die when a thread snapped. It was so vivid, so genuine, so menacing. It seemed like a sign that something negative was about to happen. The Shadows. Many people would perish as a result of being connected to someone.

“Take care of her. Even in eternity. Even when she forgets she was ever Aria Steele. Remember for her.” “I will,” Kade said. “I promise.” My mother smiled one last time. “Then I die content.” She cut. Blood poured. Her bloodline screamed. Every cursed lineage ever created shattered simultaneously. The eight Void fragments inside us dissolved. Turned to ash. Expelled from the seal like poison from a wound. And my mother collapsed. Dead before she hit the ground. We felt the curse dying. Felt the nine bloodlines evaporating. Felt everything we built crumbling.

It was but the way of the world. Strings that were once connected cannot be simply untangled and connect another fresh new thread in the wheel of time. There must be a shattering first. One must break asunder in order to truly rise from the ashes of its fall. And in the end, even the infinite fates of peoples were woven once more from the start. Those who were fated to die had taken a different path and lived. And those that were mere bleached bones and dust in the winds had reversed the hands of Lady Luck in order to breathe in the cold sizzling air into their chests.

“Stop reading it as a simple failed cut.” Kai’s voice was half snarl under Elara’s shaking weight. “Then name it and end her pain.” “The bloodlines already touched at the river cut.” Cassandra kept her eyes on the unstable residual path as she spoke. “Before that, a cancellation might have spent itself across a cleaner single line. After fusion, the residual awakening is keyed to both signatures. If the other half is not here to share the break, the full cost collapses onto the cursed body alone.” Elara dragged in a breath that sounded scraped raw. The yellow color still edged her vision; cold and heat kept swapping places under her skin until she could not tell which was worse.

She said and I nodded. “I was hoping you could tell me more about Caden, I feel like I don’t really know him” I said. “He may act all mighty and stuff but he is actually the sweetest but I think that changed eight years ago” She said. “What happened eight years ago?” I asked. “That was when rogues attacked our pack and killed the late Alpha. It is mostly the reason why everyone here hates rogues” She said. “That makes sense but not rogues are the same” I said.

I had to stop him as I know where this discussion will lead to "Let’s go," I said "Yes go, you should go but when he breaks your heart do not come back home with tears." I just don’t understand Noor, isn’t she tired, I mean it’s so exhausting, arguing with her over and over again. I can’t keep doing that. I have no words for her. "When he finally breaks your heart, you will be as pathetic as your brother." Noor said as she looked at my eyes with a fiendish smirk "Go with him." She whispered

I whispered, my voice breaking. My chest ached, not just from the wound, but from the betrayal. She laughed, though it quickly turned into a fit of coughing as dark blood spilled from her lips. Then she spoke, her words broken, uneven. “This… isn’t… over. Even… if… I failed… my clan… the Stone lineage… will still go down. His own kind… will kill…” Her voice faltered. Before she could finish, her body began to crack, light seeping through the breaks.

“Correct. Red is the fated mates. Some connections you can actually see are broken and some continue on that leads to their other half.” “What do you mean broken?” Aelia took a sip off coffee. “So, when a fated mate dies, that connection never truly goes away. It gets broken. The end looks as though its withered away. Or been burned. It’s hard to describe but you can tell. Sometimes that person will be granted a second fated mate, usually to another mate who has also lost a fated mate as well. You would be surprised how many actually have lost their mate without them knowing, never meeting them.”

A bone being snapped. A dam giving way. The blood moon’s red shattered. Chunks of color broke off, falling away into nothing. White light seared through the fractures, flooding down over us in a blinding cascade. The web shook. I felt it. Every thread Elyra had woven, every bargain, every curse, every whispered “take her instead” trembled under the force we’d shoved through it. Some held. Some snapped. The ones tied to us—Lucian’s line, my blood, Kade’s shadow—broke first.