Cant Fight Fate の小説・ストーリー

Its tail whipped around, nearly knocking me off my feet. “Aria, get back!” Killian roared as the beast’s jaws snapped dangerously close to her. “I’ve got this!” she shot back, her blade carving a deep gash into the creature’s side. Silas laughed from his perch atop the beast. “You can’t win, Aria. You’re fighting against fate itself.” “Fate doesn’t control me!” she yelled, leaping onto the beast’s back. Killian and I exchanged a glance before following her lead. If she was going up there, so were we.

“You speak as if you expect my help.” “You are the only one who can help,” Isabella said directly. “Jane is your niece. She carries the Hartess blood. And whatever your family may be…” She hesitated for a moment. “We do not choose the people who become our family. But we always choose whether we will remain part of their lives.” Some men are used to getting everything they want. They take by force, by charm, or by wealth, but they always take. Damian Hartess was one of those men. But this time, he had to hold back.

I can sense the alphas all around this place, so I know there isn't any wolfsbane in me. Brian approaches and plays around with the cords around my ankles, untying them so I may move. I try to kick him, but he just laughs and catches my foot. I wish I was stronger and that Thiba or Jessica had taught me how to fight, but I'm really, really weak. I might have earned this. Perhaps I merited it.

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

There were whistles of approval all around. One guy, Beta Apollo I believed was his name, jumped to his feet and indignantly huffed. “This is so fucking unfair! Moon Fire, Shadows, immobilization, and FUCKING POPPING,” he said as he angrily pointed at Luna Elle, Alpha Kade, Ziyah, and Dante with each ability that he named. “Now, YOU get to cast, and you aren’t even a vampire. Why? I call for a gift redo!” I was at a loss for what to say. I felt like I was missing some important context here. It seemed like everyone was at a loss of what to say actually. It was not just me.

“Do you have twenty million dollars lying around here somewhere? If not, I think we’re fucked.” “The twenty million from Damon is gone, Barbara,” I whisper, staring at the cracked ceiling. “Damon’s gone. He’s probably killed himself or is hiding from the shame of seeing his younger brother becoming the chairman. Whatever it is, I can’t reach him. Zayn already won. So, killing Jade won't mean anything.” “What do we do now?” Barbara sounds like she’s about to cry. I look up at her, my eyes hollow. “A verifiable injury.”

Choice whined again in between light sobs, but Destiny glanced at her face, wiped away her little tears, and said, “No. We can’t. It’s her fight. We are onlookers, Choice.” “But sister, you can write something in her fate. She will live longer. I don’t want her to die,” Choice nagged and was stubbornly going to rush into the battlefield when Destiny grabbed her wrist halting her, “She made her Choice. We can do nothing.”

It was nobody’s business. “What is confusing is that nobody has experienced the pull of the fated mate bond in over 20 years, since the onset of the Fated Plague. There have been no documented mate bonds other than chosen bonds.” Dr. Richard said, pulling me from my thoughts. “Daya… we need you to be honest. Do you have a fated mate?” He asked plainly. Can I lie? Clearly, my fated mate is around this pack and doesn’t care about me. He never tried to find me and now he is having sex with other women to torture me.

Fuck fate. He would figure this out.

she shouted, her voice carrying a rallying cry that galvanized those fighting alongside her. Liam's eyes scanned the chaos, searching for an opportunity amidst the seemingly unbeatable foe. Doubt nipped at his heels, threatening to erode his resolve, but he pushed it aside. "Together, we are stronger than any darkness you can conjure! We will not back down!" he proclaimed, his voice resolute. With each strike, they pushed forward, their will unwavering. Their blades met those of their adversaries, creating a symphony of clashing steel and explosive energy. But with every step they took, they faced the harsh reality that their foes were formidable and seemingly impervious to defeat.