Broken Fate Line Novels & Stories

“And yet here you stand, their legacy reborn. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The strength, the pull of the storm in your veins. You are not broken, Rain. You were only sleeping.” Tears burned down my cheeks. “Why me?” “Because fate has a cruel sense of humor, Storm murmured. And because the world is breaking again. Our bloodline was meant to wake when darkness returned.” My heart thundered so hard I could barely hear her last words. “You cannot run from what you are anymore” The wind shifted, carrying the faint scent of smoke and steel from the direction of the castle. The summit. They would find the bodies soon. They would know someone had killed them ripped them apart.

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

"Walk to me." I took the final steps and the silver fire didn't resist me, it parted like a curtain. As I stepped out of the flames and onto the cool marble beside him, I felt lighter than I had in years. The weight on my neck was gone. The phantom tether was ash. I turned to look back at the fire. It was still silver, but at its base, a dark, black smoke was rising. "The bond is broken," the Priest whispered, his voice full of awe as he looked at the mark appearing on my neck, a shimmering, silver-blue crest of the Shadow Line. "So the old life is dead."

“Too late, Okoye Alpha. Your territory is already bleeding from the inside.” I leaned my weight into the blade, pressing the steel until a bead of red formed on his skin. “Give me a name before I skin you for a rug.” His chest heaved, a broken laugh bubbling in his throat. “Santiago Moreau wants you to know…” My hands went rigid. “…that the blood-covenant is broken. Your lineage is forfeit.” With a sudden, violent convulsion, his jaw snapped shut. The bitter scent of nightshade crushed between his teeth filled the air. His eyes rolled back into his head, his body going completely slack beneath my boot.

It was fate. As the days passed, Mara’s confusion grew. She couldn’t understand how everything had unraveled so quickly. Rolan’s death had shattered her, but now this… this revelation was even worse. She wasn’t alone in this fight. She had a bloodline—she had family. But that family was cursed, doomed to destroy one another.

' The Beta pulled him out of the trance he had fallen into and he dropped to his knees, burying his face into his hands ["WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!"] Rafa rolled from within. ["I killed our Mate, it's what I've done."] The Alpha Of Alphas rose slowly to his feet and faced the training ground once more, ignoring the tears streaming down his face as he stared at the lifeless form lying there. "You have asked a question, My Beta..." He spoke softly. "Fate is when you've spent forty years without a Mate and when the Luna Goddess decides to give you a Mate she gives you a Tiger and not just any Tiger your enemy for a Mate, that is fate, My Beta."

"Fate--" "I love you, Death!" She shouted as her blue wings appeared on her back. He closed his eyes "I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't become a man trustworthy enough and I only hurt you. I'm sorry, Fate. Goodbye. Let's hope the one who replaces me, is someone much kinder and much more suitable to become Death." Fate cried her eyes out and suddenly Vivian jumped into the fire. She kicked his Antabulam away from Kurosava's hands.