Crowned By Fate Novels & Stories

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

"I wish it didn't have to be like this." "I know." A hiccup escaped her. "I was never supposed to get married. Never supposed to get pregnant. It was written in my destiny. But I just had to go and defy the goddess, and now this is happening to our child." "It's not your fault, Freya. The prophecy was just wrong." She peered up at him, her red-rimmed eyes searching his. "Don't say that, Alex. The moon goddess is never wrong."

“The crowning flame knows no years, The crowning flame knows no tears. The crowned is one with a soul so bright, Plunged in a curse to douse every speck of light. For your wolves’ great fortune, you shall bear the bane, Misfortune, misery, an eternal chain.” The crowning flame knew no years. It had chosen a ten-year-old unshifted pup to be the Alpha Naturale. The crowning flame knew no tears. It forced the pup to grow up too fast and take over the pack completely at the age of sixteen. And the curse? As if her life wasn’t cursed enough! Misfortune and misery were her constant companions.

I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.

The phrase crown of thorns resonated within him. “Crown of thorns…” murmured Juste, as he spaced out while remembering what his mother often used to tell him. “You have to be careful with these, Juste.” Saraise Isaacs was holding a thorny brown dried up stem with her gloved hands. The 4-year old fellhound child tilted his head. “What is it, mother?” “This is quite poisonous for you, Juste. Now, even for me.” She put the crown-like roll of stem inside a thick burlap bag. “This is the bane of our existence.”

He was Caveen Landon—the Nexus, son of two of the most powerful beings in the elite realm. A symbol of unity. Of everything she was told to fear and admire. She hadn’t chosen a simple man. She’d chosen fate. And now… fate was stirring inside her womb.

Darius takes my hand in his. “Diamond Stone is my fated mate. She has marked me. And at the full moon festival in a few days, I will mark her.” My eyes practically pop out of my head and my mouth drops open in shock. I’m so overwhelmed that I can barely hear the roars and cheers from the crowd. “Fated mates have returned!” “We will have a new Luna!” Darius tucked his thumb and index finger under my chin, closing my mouth. I licked my dry lips, not knowing what to say. He raises his hand in the air to settle the crowd once more.

“Huh?” “The crowning does not absolve you of your responsibilities; as king, you are married to the kingdom for life, unless you are dethroned, only death will absolve this.” The chief elder coughed noticing Cornelius losing his composure and Orseus’s lips curling up. “The crowning only means you take on your role as the Supreme ruler.” The chief elder paused before raising the crowns above his head “Please accept your new role as Supreme ruler and guardian of the realm.”

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.