Can't Fight Fate Novels & Stories

But I was—I was choosing to fight back. And one way or another—I was going to prove that human will was stronger than divine fate. Caden would be mine. The bond would break. Hope would lose. I'd make sure of it. Whatever it took. However long it took. However dirty the fight had to get. I was winning this. Had to win this. Couldn't—couldn't accept that Hope got everything while I—I got nothing. Tomorrow. Everything started tomorrow. And Hope—Hope had no idea what was coming.

No villain to slay. Just fate, and grief.

“By the Order. To finish what the first goddess started. To sever fate entirely.” Silence crashed between us. Lucian’s voice was low, rough. “And will you?” “No,” I said. “Because I wasn’t just made. I lived. I loved. You taught me that fate is something we build, not break.” Soren touched my cheek. “Then we fight them.” “They won’t stop,” I warned. “They’ll come harder. Smarter. They’ll try to turn everyone against me.” Lucian’s eyes glinted. “Let them come.”

“ Man or women, it seems like they bring out all of their forces. What can I think of anything else? If it is I who was in their position, I would also be wary of the capabilities of those we are going to fight with. But still….even if it seems like a worthless fight, even if it seems like we are fighting just because that is what their higher ups desires or what the system says for us to do… Maybe it is really fate whom we shall curse. After all, none of this would ever happen if the fate would let it to be… Now I wonder… what are they fighting for? Do they also want to be alive just like me?

"If I don't think of any of that, what should I possibly be thinking about?" "Nothing," he replied and I grimaced, not getting him at all. What does he mean by I shouldn't think about anything. How can I fight without having anything in mind to motivate me? "I know you don't get it, Ember. The truth is that you're nowhere close to defeating Faye." "Is this the part where you tell me that I still have a chance to back out?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him, not surprised. After all, no one believes I'd ever beat Faye in a fight, especially not the people out there cheering loudly for her.

“Ah.” “Exactly, we’re not going to find him. He’s going to find us.” “And what if his people come? What if they attack?” She was concerned, and I understand that. I never made a habit of picking fights-even with my newfound strength and capabilities, so there was no guarantee that I’d win. The only thing that I had to back up my determination was the rage that Colter Sloan provoked from me. “Do you have any suggestions then?” I asked with as much calm as I could muster consider the situation.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with fearlessness. ‎“Go ahead your highness, hit me" She commanded, her tone daring. The hate in her eyes was unmatched, fear long forgotten. It was like she was doing her best to hurt me. ‎It was true, I was indeed curse to remain childless, 25 years of laying with numerous women, and I have nothing to show for it. It really felt like God had decided to end me and my species for good. ‎I tried willing myself to hit her but my subconscious reminded of a promise I made to myself to never hit a woman.

I told him I am not hungry can't he understand such a simple thing? "I am not hungry, please take that back," The maid didn't budge and stood like that, don't tell me they are stubborn too, I will cry now. "ma'am sir will throw me out of this house if I take this back, he gets angry easily." intresting so the Silent introvert is a angry bird, not bad. "alright, leave it here and you may leave." she nodded and walked outside while I stared at the plate, I can't eat. I don't want to eat.

I got rejected five times at different stores I don’t why but people say it’s because I don’t look fit for the job, I still have no idea what that means, but maybe it’s because I am small, skinny or maybe because I am ugly I don’t know. I stood up and peeked through the door glass "Khalil please don’t leave me, I won’t be able to live without you." I whimpered Life has thrown many obstacles at me but what I’m feeling right now is worse than anything. Khalil is just fourteen years old, he shouldn’t be suffering like this, no child should.

His silence screamed louder than any words ever could. I clenched my fists until my nails carved crescents into my palms, fury and helplessness warring within me. I wanted to scream, to fight the stars themselves, to tear down every thread of prophecy that dared to name him a sacrifice. But beneath that boiling rage lay a cold, unbearable truth—fate was a beast we could not tame. It had already chosen him, wrapped its claws around his soul. And all we could do now was watch, bleeding hope and heartbreak, as he walked into the darkness that waited with open jaws.