Chasing Fate Across The World Novels & Stories

Kazeal said, taking a deep breath. “I can try,” I said. Kazeal nodded wearily. “Hey,” I gained his attention. “Hmm?” “People often like to represent the shackles of fate by a red string. But I used to believe the same, but not anymore. We are all bound by thorny vines of fate and it appears like a red string to the eyes because the vines are smeared with our blood. It’s ok to feel lost. I feel exactly the same right now. But none of this is our fault. I know you want to stop this war and I know why you don’t want me to get involved, but Kazeal, can we fight fate? Can we ever execute our plans the way we imagined?”

The air felt charged with the uncertainty of the journey ahead, and my mind swirled with the complexities of a fate intertwined with celestial threads. I sighed, the sound a mix of resignation and determination. The path ahead was obscured, but the fire of resolve burned within me. I couldn't undo the threads of destiny, but I could weave my own narrative amid the shadows. The quest for the Celestial one became a beacon of hope, a flicker in the darkness guiding me toward an uncertain future.

A claim. Jace moved fast. His claws slashed through the chain, but the moment they touched it, a shockwave sent him staggering back, his arm burning where he’d made contact. Damon swore. “They’re not physical.” No. They weren’t. They weren’t hunting me with weapons. They were hunting me with fate. I dug my fingers into the dirt, my mind racing. I could feel the chain’s power—pulling, dragging me toward the figures still standing motionless, waiting.

When the cold wind passed through Xia's cold body, she involuntarily shivers once again from the cold. The hair on her skin stood up not planning to lie down anytime soon. It also thawed upon her that what is happening to her right now is true. She seriously doesn't want to believe it because she thought it was impossible and doesn’t want to give hope to her heart only to be disappointed once again. But she also can’t help but to stick to believing it. The hope in her heart rises up like the speed of a hunter hunting its prey. She was back, ah no. She was not entirely back but given a chance to live once again, as someone else but with the same name as hers.

His car still smelled of him, like some expensive car freshener, and Khyle was already growing oddly fond of it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He had a growing feeling that fate was sitting back on her high and mighty ass, clutching her stomach and laughing hysterically at the both of them. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Well, Khyle didn't believe that fate was something set in stone. He believed that for the most part you made your own fate, shaped the course of your own destiny. Even when the world seemed to have other plans, you always had choices. You had to stay the course for the things you really wanted, fight for your dreams.

He remarked this when he met her angry expression. "Do you realize how many people would be looking for you if they knew you existed?" Do you realize how much trouble you'll cause? For almost acentury, there has been no Fate in ouruniverse. King Shaw would be willing to burnhalf his kingdom just to have his hands on you." Lisa shook her head and averted her gaze. Marke was enraged. They were all enraged. It couldn't possibly be real. "Why is it that everyone craves a Fate so much?"

I exhaled, though I can't control my pounding heart as my palms get colder. Grandpa nodded before he turned his back at me and jogged ahead of me at the opposite direction of they took. I looked back at them halfway and I could vaguely saw them because of the distance. I started to jog to catch up with grandpa even though my mind is shuffling. I don't know what to think right now and I don't know if I had to believe it. It’s kind of impossible. But my instinct keeps on whispering in my mind to believe it. I really don't want to. But what if, my instinct is right? How far will I take it to overcome from it? And what will happen to Hannah and I? I can't afford to lose her.

For the first time since she left, my heart actually beat with purpose. Chase’s regret had finally turned into something else…. a desperate need. A restless hunger. A terrible fear. And a promise the world would soon feel: I will not lose her again. He had no idea he was already too late.

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.

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.