Can't Fight Fate Novels & Stories

The failure after failure I had experienced replayed in my mind. I remembered how every time I tried to fight back against the Stone family, I was defeated… Every time I thought I could claw my way out of the shadows… I lost. It didn’t matter that we shared blood. It didn’t matter where I came from. Fate had already chosen Laura to stand in the light. And I… I was left to drown in the dark. My chest tightened, my breath catching. How do you fight something like that? How do you fight destiny? “You really do love playing the victim.”

I was as good as dead. “Uhm, tonight is the full moon, Miss. Are you sure everyone voted correctly?” Grace asked in her voice. I gulped. I couldn’t speak. “I’m sure everyone did. And even if tonight is the full moon, what does it matter? Scared the big wolves are going to haunt you down?” Another student taunted. The potential Alphas, Betas and gammas hooted tauntingly. “You wish. The hunting game is on,” an omega retaliated. The others nodded in response. There was no way they would ever give in to the others. This was a fight for power and dominance. I was just hopelessly trapped in between.

Now he stood here, in front of her, his eyes telling her what he wanted from her but she could only reject it fiercely. "No...Strangers... No Adi..." As Faith shook her head in confusion, trying to find words to reject him, Adi caught her chin, making her look up at him," Fifi. We are not strangers. Our bodies are not strangers. Our souls are not strangers. Fifi...Look at me." But Faith had closed her eyes and vehemently shook her head. Panicking, she tried to calm herself. Adi tried to pacify her but instead, she pushed him away and spoke wildly," Adi, you need to leave."

"You promised me, Gwen,you promised to stay with me." I swallowed again. "I'm still here."His grip tightened. "For how long?"Tears stung my eyes. I didn't know. Liam exhaled sharply, pulling me closer. "I won't let you die."I managed a weak smile. "You can't control fate." His jaw tightened. "Then I'll battle fate itself." I wanted to tell him it wasn't that straightforward. That no matter how strong he was, some fights were unwinnable.

Luca sat beside me, his shoulders tense but his presence grounding. He was quiet for a long time, and then his voice came low—barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said. I looked up at him. There was no armor in his eyes now. Just raw truth. “You won’t.” “I’ve fought a lot of battles, Aria. But this… this feels different. I don’t just have to fight Victor. I have to fight fate.” “Then we fight it,” I said softly. “We tear it apart if we have to.”

His words were clipped, his eyes boring into Zaiden’s like he could end the whole argument with a stare. Zaiden’s jaw flexed. “Maybe you should learn to move faster. Or are you waiting for a written invitation? She’s already mine. Fate picked.” “You think I care about fate?” Zyran shot back, voice lowering as the air grew heavier. “I make my own fate. If you want her, you’ll have to fight for her. And you know how that ends for you.”

“Fate, we’re just prolonging the inevitable. You know as well as I do, this fight was going to happen.” “He’s dangerous, Celine.” Fate says. “Listen, through Mia, I’ve been watching them. They’re brave, strong and fearless and they love so much. They will win.” I leaned on my knees. “Okay. I’ll do this only once. Don’t go telling anyone. I don’t need this to be a thing. It’s bad for business.” Fate wags her finger at me. I jump up and hug her. “Fate, thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Still, I couldn’t give up. “Let’s see if you can back up that arrogance,” I said, my voice hard. He raised an eyebrow, amused. “With pleasure.” We clashed again, exchanging blows that echoed in the air. Every punch I threw was met with precision; every kick was countered effortlessly. He was toying with me, testing my limits. My chest burned with exertion, and my movements grew sluggish. “Face it, Leena,” Alvin said, dodging another swing from me. “You’re not just fighting me. You’re fighting fate. And fate always wins.”

“I also wish there’s a way out, but you cannot fight fate. Fighting fate comes with its penalty, and it is disastrous. You know better; you know that destiny cannot be altered, and this right here is your destiny.” I could feel Talon’s frustration as he shifted uncomfortably. I wait for his response, but he doesn’t respond. Though his eyes are blaring with a thousand questions, his jaw tightens, and his body is rigid, as if trying to brace himself against something he should not believe. I feel for him as much as I feel for myself and watch him shift more in frustration.

Kazeal said, taking a deep breath. “I can try,” I said. Kazeal nodded wearily. “Hey,” I gained his attention. “Hmm?” “People often like to represent the shackles of fate by a red string. But I used to believe the same, but not anymore. We are all bound by thorny vines of fate and it appears like a red string to the eyes because the vines are smeared with our blood. It’s ok to feel lost. I feel exactly the same right now. But none of this is our fault. I know you want to stop this war and I know why you don’t want me to get involved, but Kazeal, can we fight fate? Can we ever execute our plans the way we imagined?”