Crowned By Fate Novels & Stories

It spelled out our terms: keep your finances, keep your hands to yourself, or you lose everything. That night, I opened up about my previous life for the first time: "I died by Bennett's hand, five months pregnant. The Harlow godfather, my own flesh and blood, told me to just endure it, that it would all blow over." Amory's tears fell as he whispered, "You've been through hell in your previous life. It breaks my heart to think of you walking that road all alone for so long." Six months after we tied the knot, I found out what I was expecting.

This time, his gaze locked on me, but the look he gave me was different from what he gave the others. And truthfully, I didn’t even want to hear the words that would come out of his mouth. “Fate was sealed the moment you stood before the council,” Varius spoke. “You will never touch, yet blood will mark you. You will never strike, yet betrayal will wound deeper than any blade.” I felt lightheaded, and the word betrayal went straight through me. What fate had been set the day I stood before the council? And most importantly, was that what Adelaide meant when she said it was too late?

Only enough to show uncertainty but not enough to show fear. “We still control the narrative,” Marcus said, and he could hear the desperation creeping into his voice now, could feel his grip on the situation slipping like sand through clenched fists. “The people still believe in moral corruption. They still believe that the crown has been compromised by degeneracy. All we need is...”

Her breath hitched as he reached out, slow and reverent. His fingers hovered just above the rune. “And fate,” he murmured, voice low, “always burns before it bonds.”

At his side, a young attendant trailed with parchment and ink, scribbling furiously. “You stand,” the man continued, “on the threshold of destiny. The lottery has brought you here, but it is not chance that will keep you here. From seventy, only one may rise to the crown. The rest—” he let the word hang, dangerous and unfinished, “—will return home… or will not.” A hush fell so deep Everleigh thought she could hear her own heartbeat.

Haydee The crown shattered against the ancient stone, and across the whole north, in the same breath, ten thousand years of fate let go. I have been told what it was like, out there, in the hours after, from a hundred wolves in a hundred places, and I have put the pieces together into one picture I will carry to my grave. All across the territories, at the instant the crown broke, every fated bond that had ever been forced on anyone simply stopped being law.

“Protection from whom?” Silence answered. I took a breath. My monologue rose, slow and clear. “You want me crowned so you can sleep. So you can tell yourselves the world still works the way it used to. It does not. My son was born and the rules cracked. You feel it. That is why you are afraid.” One elder whispered, “The crown binds fate.” “That’s the problem,” I said. “I will not bind my child to a fate written by men who fear him.”

It is the wedding day, I am already very nervous and Liam's behavior from yesterday isn't helping at all. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The crown, open hair, glam makeup and white fish cut dress with a long veil and a flower bouquet in my hands. {Alan's pov} I was at the entrance of the hotel when Hazel's Father approached me. “Is Liam ready Alan?” I don't know the answer, I have witnessed him from the morning “I will go check on him.” I walked towards his room, I opened the door just to witness Liam's parents there. but Liam wasn't there.

“This… I cannot tell…” Carvalho replied truthfully. “The other party’s fate is too strong, and I cannot see through it at all.” Cadfan was a little unconvinced and dissatisfied as he asked, “Could it be that this man has an even stronger fate than me?!” Carvalho nodded before he solemnly replied, “Anyone with this kind of fate has the most powerful kind of fate. You can describe it as strong and invincible. Therefore, it is impossible for anyone to have a greater fate than him!”

“What prophecy? What does it mean?” Her eyes darkened, the silver glow flickering with shadow. Then I saw—a crown drenched in blood, a kingdom broken, wolves bowing not by choice but by fear. And at the center—Kael and I, blended together in perfect destructive harmony. Cold swept through me. “That doesn’t sound like a blessing.” “Prophecies never are.” She circled me slowly, her presence pressing against me like a storm tide. “But fate is not set in stone. It bends to those strong enough to seize it. And we are strong, Elara. With Kael beside us, we are unstoppable.”