Broken Fate Line Novels & Stories

Aaliyah's drones descended into it and died one by one. Not exploded. Died. Their feeds went black with a final image: walls lined with glass cylinders, each filled with dark-gold blood suspended in starlight. Labels appeared on the dead feeds before they vanished. MILLER LINE: CONTAINMENT BRANCH A. MILLER LINE: CONTAINMENT BRANCH B. MILLER LINE: FAILURE, VOLUNTARY SACRIFICE. MILLER LINE: FAILURE, RAGE OVERRIDE. MILLER LINE: SUCCESS, MEMORY REMOVED.

“What a shame? First her father and now, her mother.” “She looks miserable.” “I heard her Mum is dead. They can’t find her anywhere.” “I heard she ran away. A true weakling if you ask me.” “I always knew that lineage was cursed. Remember what happened to Alpha Gavin Dolphus?” “He killed himself. How can anyone forget?”

More than daughters of an inconvenient but necessary mingling. They became sacred. Not because they were safe. Because they were not. Seraphel lowered her eyes. “The last confirmed line is broken.” “No line is ever fully broken,” Ysoria said. Cassian let out a humourless breath. “If any remain, they are hidden in human houses by now, or dead, or thinned to nothing.” “Nothing does not answer blood so easily,” Maelor said. Darien nodded once. “It will reappear.”

“Your blood is the most pure my line has been in a long time, which is good and bad all at once.” “Your fated mate line is meant for greatness, but someone or something is turning that for their own gain. They nearly kills your mate, and when they failed they decided that they would use forbidden knowledge to your tv tides in their favor.” I couldn’t help but reach for a cookie as she spoke, the spritz being something my mom made to no end to try and perfect.

"Ten years? That is impossible. You kept me drugged for a decade? You marked me against my will while I was unconscious? Where is the rest of the pack?" I slammed my palms on the table and stood up, my chair screeching against the floor. "Where is Jethro? Where is the King?" "Calm down, Betty," Mitchell said, his voice entirely devoid of emotion. "We tried to break the bloodline curse. The rogue Lycans were attacking the borders, forcing marks on the young females. We needed the Queen's bond active under the blood moon." "So you took it," I spat. "It failed," Mitchell continued, his eyes fixed on mine. "The pressure broke your wolf. April died the moment our fangs pierced your skin."

Ahead, the corridor’s claimed neutrality had shown itself conditional at best. Lyra looked at the faint luminescence on her arms, then at the man whose stabilizing line remained the primary condition under which the unbound bloodline stayed directed. “We break it,” she said. “On our timing, not theirs.” Damian met her eyes in the dark. The weight of the fifteen-year vigil and the active debt moved through the look without needing restatement. He restored the vehicle systems in a minimal combat sequence and began the angled climb out of the low cut on a line that would force the waiting unit to commit or lose the exit entirely.

Franz explained things straightforwardly while handing me a file. I took the file Franz gave me and read the whole sentence that was written in there. My blood was boiling hot to the crown when I found out that the four pack leaders were working together to destroy me and wanted to seize control of my dark business. Plus, their main target is Damelza. “They think I'm going to fall easily?” I laughed so loudly that my voice broke the silence of the night. “Give me your orders, sir?” Franz asked with a serious look. I walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder. “You are very brave, Franz. They targeted me so that the Black Lotus would fall into their hands. If, I die during the war agai

I started the car and left the deserted area with all my uncertainties, because I was certain of what I wanted, and ready to take responsibility for my actions. The ride home was long because I had difficulty finding my way home and my phone was dead so no GPS. The automated gates opened to let me in. I got out and made my way to the house. My heart broke at the sight. Rosaline was curled up in the sofa looking so small and dejected, sound asleep. It broke my heart to see her that way because she has always been strong and to know that I was the cause of her sadness made it worse. I gently carried her from the uncomfortable looking sofa and took her to our bedroom. She stirred a little as I

Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.” Joel smiled bitterly, rubbed his face, and left. Not long after, Yorks Corporation filed for bankruptcy. On the way back home with his parents, Joel was involved in a car accident. Perhaps it was karmic retribution. A head injury left him deaf, and his left leg could no longer walk normally. He became partially disabled. His parents were fine, just minor concussions that would heal with time. Someone in the hospital said, “Joel lay on the bed, crying and laughing at the same time, muttering over and over that this was retribution to what he had done.

--- I could feel the cracks in their unity—years of hostility and distrust simmering under the surface—as the throng shuffled nervously. I went on, amplifying my voice so that everyone could hear, "We have two priorities." The wounded must be taken to safety first. Second, we must be ready for any future consequences. "Fallout?" Celia scowled. "Veyron has vanished. What more may there be? The ruins of chaotic magic still shimmered faintly, like a storm that would not die, as I looked toward the horizon. "The threat persisted even after his death," I said somberly. When he fell, nothing vanished, even the artifact, the curses, and the broken links. It's worse now, if anything. One mistake wil