Chain Of Fate Bleach Novels & Stories

“Ungrateful child. Then watch them suffer for your arrogance!” The chains in its hands flared with unnatural light, splitting into whips of molten steel that lashed forward. Racheal instinctively raised her arms, bracing for pain—only to feel a pulse of warmth erupt from her chest. A silvery glow burst outward, pushing the chains back. The mark of the twin bonds blazed across her skin, both Damon’s and Lucas’s threads of connection intertwining, shining brighter than ever before. The figure recoiled. “Impossible…”

Nothing will go wrong after this fake session. Unfortunately, she didn’t know that her spontaneous action would be leading her into another disaster afterwards.

“I don’t.” He smiled. “No matter how you found out, you’re not leaving today.” He took out a rope and tied me up. Despair swallowed me whole. I cursed myself for being stupid. I had already been betrayed by Lily once in my previous life, yet I still trusted her again. Tears streamed down my face. Just as Jackson raised a knife and swung it toward me, Lily’s scream came from outside. The door was kicked open. Several people rushed in and restrained Jackson.

"You should have stayed dead." Aster smiled sadly. "I tried." The creature raised one hand. Dark chains burst from the ground and raced toward Kael. Rhydian reacted first. His sword cut through the nearest chain. Aster destroyed two more. The rest wrapped around Kael's arms and legs before either of them could stop them. Kael fell to one knee. The chains tightened. Pain shot through his body. The mark on his chest glowed brighter. The creature walked toward him. "Your blood carries the first promise. It also carries the last key."

The key to breaking it all. Miyal's heart pounded in his chest, every beat a throb of agony echoing the straining grip of the chains binding him. He felt them move, twist, drawing him forward, propelling him toward the center of the tempest. The power of the wards and the fury of combat sought to engulf him, but the chain his anchor held firm. It was both his curse and his blessing. It had always been so, hadn't it? The chain that held him, that ruled him, now called to him now toward destiny, compelling him to complete that which had started.

But fortunately, I snapped back to reality. 'What was I doing? Why would I yearn for his presence?' I shook my head as I mentally cautioned myself, but a sharp pain suddenly stung my heart. I held my chest tightly, and my heart began to race at a faster speed. It was the mate bond. I could feel it now. I slid my hands off Quinn, who was now being crowded by students congratulating him. I raced up the stairs leading to the chancellor’s office, then a familiar figure appeared in front of me.

The blinding light was so powerful that the corrupted wolves hissed. Then, to our amazement, the glowing threads of the light surrounded us, activating golden lines settling between every warrior. I stared in shock. “What is that?” “Fate lines,” Sheila mumbled and Ceres nodded in agreement. Immediately, the glowing threads connected everyone: the wolves, the warriors, and even those standing on opposite sides. For a moment, even the Dark Leader looked nervous. ‘This is our chance,’ Ceres communicated to me in the mindlink. Thankfully, Zane understood what was to be done. Quickly, he stepped beside me, his hand tightening around his sword.

But because I can't understand which language it is from. [Death and fate...is interconnected in hierarchical relationship. With death a little lower than fate. You see, Fate dictates what happened to every person's life. Every decision, every circumstances, every thoughts, every actions and how it has ripple effects on everyone around you, all of it is planned and predicted by fate. Coincidence never exists, only inevitable. And you, Alice dear, were blessed to have access to this great fate. You can have control. That's the power strings can bestow upon you.]

His presence deepened. Not closer— Heavier. You weren’t made to kneel, he said. Not cruel. Not gentle. Just inevitable. Not to Kade. Not to Selene. Not to fate. Each name struck differently. Kade — a knife. Selene — a silence. Fate — a chain. My knees buckled. But I didn’t fall. He raised his hand— And in it, the crown appeared. Not descended. Not conjured. Just there. White flame licked its edges, tinted violet.

Elder Teynar added, his gaze sharp as a knife. “This canvas responds only to certain blood. Chosen blood. And if that blood appears outside our control… you are the blade that will cut it down.” “Blade?” Kaelan muttered under his breath. “Yes,” Elder Varis snapped. “Remember what I told you. You are not the heart. You are the chain. Never forget it.” Kaelan lowered his head. He knew those words were more than a reminder—they were a threat. And yet, something inside him refused to bow. He felt the Moon Painting… recognized him.