Novel & Cerita Carnwennan Fate

Just me and my stupid jeans and a shirt I barely remembered putting on this morning. The sky had already started to darken. The street was quiet except for the occasional car passing by. I kept my head low, letting my hair fall into my face to hide the damage. I didn’t even notice when the car pulled up in front of me. It was him the red haired guard from earlier. The same one who had practically dragged me out of my house like I was some criminal. He honked once. I didn’t look. “Woman, it’s late,” he said in the thickest Norse accent I’ve ever heard. “Hop in. Let me drive you off to your destination.”

“Why couldn’t she just drop me in your lap? If she created me… if all of this was some master plan, then why did my life have to be a never-ending shitshow just to get here?” Ronan went quiet. But I wasn’t finished. “I’ve been hunted, cursed, isolated—hated. All while this goddess sat in the stars playing puppet master.” “Yeah,” Ronan said finally. His voice was softer now. “Mine too.” I looked over at him, and his eyes were shadowed. Haunted in the way only someone who’s survived too long can be. “That’s the thing about fate,” he said. “Even if the path’s laid out… you still have to walk it. You still have to choose it.”

Trying to recall any details. Everything just becomes fuzzy and then dark until I wake up the next morning. I know Daya is hurt after finding out I slept with Mara that morning. She may be in denial that we are fated mates, but I’m not. And because I know I hurt her I hate myself so much. I never wanted a mate after watching my parents slowly die from the plague. After losing Calvin, I never wanted to be alpha. It feels like my life is pre-decided for me. All the big decisions that I should be excited for, are a result of fate’s twisted sense of humor. Calvin moved our pack to this region because rogues were attacking our old territory and he heard this territory was safer. How ironic. He lo

They shut down the site while they took Connell to the hospital. It didn’t matter what they did for Connell; the wound would curse him for the rest of his life. Perhaps fate intended for him to become a werewolf. It was his fate to be part of something bigger than he was. *************************

It seems that the harder I search for her, the more difficult it becomes. Fate can be brutal. It doesn't matter how strong you are, how honorable or just, fate doesn't care. A king can be brought to his knees by it's whim. Carnelia is not with me but when I close my eyes, It's almost as if I can feel her in my arms again. Carnelia. My sweet and wonderful mate. It has been two weeks since I last held her. Two weeks since I heard I saw her through a film of darkness.

You’d think more people would be hesitant to find their fated mates, considering what happened to the previous generation, but I guess the possibility of eternal love and happiness clouds peoples’ rationality. The last two months, Vinny’s pack, The Forza Nelle Tenebre, aka Forza Pack, and Dare’s pack, The Running River Pack, have taken turns hosting full moon runs. A bunch of my pack members have traveled to these events and about fifty of them found their fated mates within the other packs. Small fuckin’ world, right?

I was no longer needed to point the direction but we all race towards her scream with Orel way ahead of any of us. I knew no matter what…it was already too late. ****************************** GWENN POV Fate is a cruel bitch. I knew this because she made me get married to my perfect match only for him to cheat on me, something that I will never forgive because that was how she wired me when Baxter cheated on me, although when I discovered it was a lie, it was too late. The ruse had, had its expected results, too many lives were now involved and we could not shake things just to end up together. The second was just as annoying with Arius but this time, I was struck with him, I would not be ab

I leveled my rifle again and brushed an errant red curl out of my face, tucking it beneath my fur hood. “Morrigan and Cernunnos guide me.” I prayed. While I wasn’t sure if I believed in half the magic my coven claimed they did, I at least trusted in Cernunnos, one of our celtic gods, the horned lord of the hunt, to guide my path; and Morrigan, the goddess chooser of the slain, to mark my kills. If I followed their guidance, I always found game, and would hit the ones they marked for me. It was well worth a quick prayer to them. My coven were perhaps not purists, but they tried to hold to the old ways as best they knew how anymore. We may be far from Ireland, but we still felt connected to th

It has to be said, he grew fond of the brand, since Allison gave him the A3 back in Flemond. The S6 wasn't too extravagant like his Chiron, but it was still a pretty luxurious car. That afternoon, Warren took it for a test drive around the town. He decided he would leave early the following morning for Carnarvon. That was the meeting place of the Fire Fangs. It would be good if he could arrive there at noon.