Broken Fate Line Novels & Stories

"You have to disconnect!" "Almost... there..." With one final surge of will, I pushed the "Mortal Coil" into the Atlantic trunk-line. I saw the signal race away from the station—a golden pulse of light that didn't overwrite the world, but "muted" the shadows. It was a permanent blackout for the Strike-Willow’s frequencies. The Collapse The central core of the station exploded in a shower of sparks and glass. Marcus Vane slumped forward, the umbilical snapping as he fell to the floor, dead before he hit the marble.

But a curse. “Death magic.” My voice shook. In response, Sebastian rushed into the room and held onto an empty scroll. He immediately acknowledged Dante had been there, but didn't give him too much attention. He didn’t stop with Chloe’s betrayal. The bloodline was cursed by him in the end. Taking the scroll, I unrolled it for myself. The parchment was covered with blood-soaked symbols that represented ancient, merciless deities related to ancestry. Not just any bloodline. Mine. The Blood Alpha line.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

“…Now, let's briefly review the names fate has selected so far…” Sebastián Lafallete (Unknown lineage) Pietro Sokolov (Silver Frost Pack) Raphael Dupont (Forest Fury Pack) Matteo Müller (White Nightfall Pack) Noah Schwarz (Unknown lineage) Penelope Webber (Darkmoon Pack) “Wait a minute... A girl? Fate selected a girl?” Maddison asked, completely bewildered. “Well, fate has a rather peculiar way of doing things,” Queen Emma replied, trying to calm her daughter.

“The original Moonstone. The one that shattered to make the fragments. It had 7 lines. We only ever found 6.” Kade cursed. “There was a 7th line?” Lyra was already flipping pages, hands shaking. “The 7th line was hidden. Sealed by Lyra herself. It was only supposed to be read if the blade broke.” “And Aria didn’t break,” I said, holding her tighter as she trembled. “She bent. But didn’t break.” “So the Prophecy thinks it failed,” Darius realized. “And it’s showing us the last line now.”

Shattered. “You said your beta… poisoned you. And your pack?” I asked. “What happens if he succeeds?” “The pack falls,” he said. “The alpha line dies. I die. Or worse, I live, but they are lost. It’s political. Dangerous. They will not forgive me. And anyone bonded to me… becomes a target. That includes you.” I opened my eyes. I felt dizzy. My hands were shaking. “I didn’t ask for this. I’m just… a doctor. I fix humans. I don’t—”

That should change things. Tarsi spun around, creating new sentences above him. He was aware enough to feel the rage and grief behind them. "The death of a Fate was a private thing. Its sentence only able to be carried out by those who knew it well. Who worked alongside it as empires grew and fell." "To stop the Unravelling, the Fate itself would have to be undone and used to patch up the tears in the fabric of reality. The doors to the Meeting Room slammed shut and an ages-old ritual began."

“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.

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.

She'd assumed that it would be a piece of cake for her to break into the divine realm. She believed breaking into the Divine Realm would be effortless. As a result, she tried to force the breakthrough without sufficient preparation and ultimately suffered a terrible backlash. Her meridians became blocked, and the blood of her Phoenixborne lineage even started to flow in reverse. She would've very likely died if Ashton hadn't shown up in time. Faye had previously wondered whether it was her Phoenixborne lineage recovering on its own, but now, it was clear that it really had been Ashton's doing!