Carnwennan Fate Novels & Stories

He didn’t think carefully enough that witborns have weak constitution compared to them fellhounds. Female fellhounds, a.k.a. werewolves, can withstand such low temperature. And with his clan adapting to mountain weather, they were quite a strong lot against chilly winds and waters. Not Chastine. She’s a normal human being, untainted by supernatural physical or mental gifts. Hers was an intellectual gift, but if she miscalculates, she would succumb to problems similar to what she was dealing with right now. She didn't know they will be swimming in a cold river pass midnight.

Caroline 'The eight wheels of fate are beginning to turn.' Caroline sat in her office, peering into the staff's scrying ball, watching the events unfold outside the Academy. Magnus had once again, killed Catalina and the first wheel began to slowly move (Rage). Morgana found and claimed her dragon mates, joining them in their hunt for other dragons-that set the second wheel in motion(Passion). Isabella's pregnancy moved the third wheel(Love), Raeann, and Valenar the fourth (Purity).

After getting my receipt and card back, we headed back to the car and started our drive back to town. “Si, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s nothing bad, I promise, you can talk to your dad and brother about this. You can also go to my dad or my siblings. Okay?” “Okay.?” She says, sounding confused. “Remember this afternoon and Preston talking about the God Arawn?” “Yes, the God of the dead, who rules Annwn.” She says, again sounding confused.

**The Fate of Elder Thorne** Caden sat alone in his dimly lit chambers, the flickering shadows of the candlelight dancing across the ancient stone walls like restless spirits. Each flame crackled softly, casting an ever-changing mosaic of light and shadow, and it filled the air with a faint, acrid scent of melted wax. His mind was a heavy tapestry woven with the threads of past decisions, each moment replayed countless times, each decision a weight that seemed to grow heavier with every accumulating hour. The memories twisted in his thoughts, echoing with regret—times when his pride was like a blazing fire, consuming everything in its path, overshadowing the cherished relationships that had

All he needed was a little more push, and he would break into the Holy Lord realm or Martial Grand Master realm. Blake, Sister Song, and the carriage arrived at the main gates the day before the wedding. It was very festive, and the red lanters and red streamers were hanging from every shop and building. Everyone celebrated the enjoyable occasion, making the scene look like one of those ancient Chinese towns or straight out of a manga novel. “We will need to travel through the city to reach our destination.” The carriage driver explained as he continued through the busy street.

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

“This is what I have found so far about the car accident of Mrs. Arina Levy. Your mom…” Cristan took it and opened it instantly. There were some traffic reports, pictures, and including medical visum that belongs to his mom as well. The one who tragically died when her car off the brakes and fall off to a ravine. The car exploded and her body was completely burnt out. The forensic analyst could only identify the body from things that she wore that day. Her watches, earrings, and others. “You were right, young master. This accident is deliberately arranged by your stepmom. Your father’s mistress. Mrs. Wanda Sonata….”

Little did I know that this encounter would not be easily forgotten, and that the consequences of that one fateful night would follow me relentlessly, challenging the very foundations of who I thought I was. It was a turning point, a chapter in my life that would shape my future in ways I could never have anticipated. In the depths of my solitude, I reflect upon my choices, burdened by the weight of consequences that dance upon my weary shoulders. The hushed whispers of regret echo through my soul, mingling with the tears that trace delicate paths down my cheeks. "Oh, Susan , what have you done?" Ethan's voice resonates with a mix of concern and resignation. My gaze meets his in the rearview

Previously, I didn't have time to identify them, but it's clear that both are incredibly powerful swords with different attributes and abilities. [Dual Sword Althea and Nerezza] [Description: White Sword Althea: Goddess Althea represents fate, truth, justice, and knowledge. She holds the pure white thread of destiny and wisely guides and influences the fate of humans. Goddess Althea symbolizes determination, honesty, and respect for moral values. Black Sword Nerezza: Goddess Nerezza represents dark destiny, symbolizing darkness, uncertainty, and transformation. She holds the dark thread of destiny and embodies the mysterious and powerful aspects of fate. Goddess Nerezza represents steadfastn

He’ll let his feelings be known once we know the outcome. The hours tick by, and still nothing. I try calling Elwin, but it just rings and rings. My heart slowly sinks. Surely Luca’s pack hasn’t gotten this strong. Surely, they haven’t wiped out three hundred wolves? By 9pm Ren and I are sitting next to Illian, nursing large tumblers of whiskey. The complete silence of the day has finally sunk in. We’ve failed—spectacularly. Suddenly, the door slams open and in walks Elwin with two other warriors, Kenneth and Brax. I sit up, my whiskey sloshing over the rim of my glass. Ceraon is instantly alert in my mind.