Crowned By Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

The castle loomed ahead, black stone against the starless sky. Ares tightened his grip, breath brushing her shoulder. “And now,” he murmured, “I need to figure out whether fate blessed me…” A pause. A heartbeat. “…or cursed me beyond redemption.”

He's mine and no one can take what is mine. He was the reason I remained a maid so he'll notice me one day but that Cindy girl had to come into the picture and mess things up for me. I wasn't going to leave that happen. He's mine only, and I hate to share. I'm going to have him all to myself, no matter the cost.

Tabitha said when Koran came to the top of the stairs and saw who had arrived. Julie and Maia looked up at the pregnant woman and felt a powerful aura around her. “Are you still pregnant?” Julie asked. “I’ve been pregnant for some years. I’m carrying the future Phoenix king.” Koran proudly said as she descended the stairs, with Nancy following and helping her. Maia and Julie were surprised to hear that the future Phoenix king was being born. “That explains the powerful aura I felt from you,” Maia stated. “It’s the tempering of fire he has to go through. There has never been a king born from the Phoenix.” Koran continued as they made their way into the living room.

Her sister not by blood but by fate. ~~~ THE END~~~

She is fair in complexion, she is the same height as me, she has a pointed nose, small heart-shaped lips and she’s a bit chubby. "Hi, how are you " I responded while putting on a hair net "I’m good. The cakes are ready you can start laying the frost on them" "Okay" Once I started laying the frost on the cake, Amal came closer to me, she looked at the cake before she glance at me. "Afraah today is Monday," She said "I’m very much aware of that," I said still concentrated on what I’m doing "You’re not supposed to use chocolate as the layers frost"

Huga replied calmly but his wand was already moving to send an attack. Creos smirked and quickly threw Raizel's spirit in the vortex he created, then took his halberd and deflect the coming attack. "Sorry, kid. Fate will decide your life, there's just isn't enough time." The man closed the vortex, but before it closed completely, she heard him whispered, "Chase it, kid. Chase the ordinary life you want." And then black out.

“A wolf alone cannot break its dominion. But what the Crown silences, it does not erase. For the sacred thread, once woven by the goddess, may fray—yet it endures beneath suppression. Should the Marked reclaim divine right, should will transcend instinct, should two souls choose one another beyond memory and beyond command— The thorns may loosen. The silence may crack. And what was severed may rise again, reforged not by fate, but by choice.” The final line burned. “The Crown was made to test devotion. It was made to reveal whether love is merely instinct—or something greater.” Silence fell. But the weight of the words did not.

And always, Kane stood at the center, his eyes filled with torment. The bond between us pulsed erratically, a tether pulling me toward him, then pushing me away with equal force. It was as if the universe itself couldn’t decide our fate. Determined to find answers, I ventured deeper into the Nightfall compound, seeking out the ancient archives rumored to hold the pack’s oldest secrets. Dust-laden tomes and scrolls lined the shelves, their contents whispering of prophecies and curses. One passage caught my eye: “When the cursed and the crowned are bound by fate, the world shall tremble, and the skies shall weep blood.”

Felicity recited the prophecy word for word, the entirety of it already embedded in her memory by magic, where it would stay forever. “It will begin with a stolen crown A worthy scion Nature and Moon Forbidden but inevitable Forever bringing harmony The chains of the past will threaten But the light will sunder them And turn them to dust.” King Tobias sat there thinking for a moment, contemplating the words again. “A stolen crown… a worthy scion? Nature and moon?” he muttered to himself, his hand rubbing over his mouth as he thought. “What does it mean?” he asked, looking at Felicity again.