Cant Fight Fate Novels & Stories

“I've answered the question with the ghouls so what else do you want to know.” “You still owe me an explanation that.” Catalina said as a matter of fact. “Very well then. Charles what is your question?” Fate looked at me, from above us, scrolls were sorting themselves out and selecting a few. The chosen ones floated down to the table and arranged itself. Catalina stared with wide eyes. “Why did you create her? Can her fate not be changed? Is there something she can do to save the world if her fate can't be changed?” Fate’s eye shifted from Catalina to I then back to Catalina. “I will take her first so she won't be grumpy and ruin her pretty face.”

All the species just have remarkable traits, all of them have pro’s and con’s to keep the balance and have none of the species ready to obliterate the other (not that none of them have tried – there have been many wars among the Kingdoms). The closer I am getting to my birthday, the harder it seems for me to be able to fall asleep and stay asleep at night. Moody as ever, I walk to the bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror. As expected, I look the same as I feel, like sh*t. I look like a bear who didn’t get to finish his winter sleep. Of course, I wouldn’t know what would even look like, but I can just imagine it would look like me right now (only a lot more furry). The birthday p

So in this life, my sister chose Jackson without hesitation. After hearing her words, my mom sighed and turned to me. “Emma, Lily has wronged you. But the Hollanders’ bride price already paid for your brother’s tuition. And with their background, we can’t afford to offend them.” The Hollanders didn’t have a good reputation in town. Mark’s father had killed someone and gone to prison. Mark dropped out after middle school and ran with a group of thugs. His mother rarely spoke and never went out, and his younger sister had a bad temper, nothing lady-like at all.

And I was going to end this war with it. “You may have won this round,” Rylan snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “But this war isn’t over. You can’t change fate.” His words cut through the air, but they didn’t touch me. could this be fate? He didn’t understand. This wasn’t about some plan written long before we were born, it was about what we chose to do now. This wasn’t some story already written, it was ours to shape, with our own blood, our sweat, and the choices we stood by.

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.

“Careful, mutt. She’s not yours to guard. She’s mine to claim.” I couldn’t breathe. I couldn't think. My skin scorched where the rune pulsed under my sleeve, as if it responded to his words. “No,” I muttered. “It’s not true. It’s not true.” Lucien’s gaze softened not with kindness, but with conviction. “You’ll see soon enough. You can fight me, battle the bond, fight yourself… yet you can’t fight fate.” He slipped into shade, leaving the air colder than before. I looked at Kael, trembling. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He muttered before he went on through the entrance. My eyes travelled to where Ellen and the others were; I noticed how weak and helpless they were. Liam was already passed out, and only Ellen, Kellen and Mark tried their best to stay awake. I wish I could help them. However, I couldn't since I was powerless. You can; you are a witch! “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. Even if I could, I didn't have the strength to take on Cora in a duel. Besides, my wrist was twisted, and I was in a lot of pain.

After deciding, everyone split up to find materials to build a house. Waiting for everyone to leave, Marina now looks at the remaining debris of the house, she sits down on a tree that has fallen due to the rain storm, while looking at the burned house, she mutters: “ Is there such a coincidence in this world? A girl with the same name and face as me. And where is this? Cancal, a kingdom that I've never heard of, even when I went to school, the kingdom of Canal is not mentioned in the book. What about the other memory lines, the other girl too... Maybe... could that girl ever be my previous life? If not, how could there be such a coincidence?”

“And I don’t, want to that is. You’re just going to get people killed once you get out of here. No sense in hurrying that along.” “Candido…” I rasped. “Yeah?” “Kill you.” He scoffed. “Not happening. He might be able to stand a chance against one of the lower-tiered princes, but I’m just a step down from Uncle Ian. Your Candido is like… level fifty by comparison.” “Liar.”

The blood slowed before finally stopping, but I didn’t let go until the cut completely faded from his arm, leaving no sign of ever being there apart from the blood. I dropped to the ground, trying to regain control of my body. My strength was depleted and sleep called to me. If they wanted to hurt me right now I doubted I could heal as quickly as I normally would. Zak crouches next to me, shooting a death glare at the council as Gabriel shows them his arm. “Interesting.” Gabriel mumbles to himself. “Does your ability work on the dead?” I shook my head no. “Have you tried?” “Yes.” I managed. I grabbed Zak’s arm as he helped me stand again.