Crowned By Fate Novels & Stories

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.

“Worry less my darling for we’re cursed fate. But a beautiful one at least, I’m glad I was yours, even if it wasn’t for long.” “No! Stop this Logan, we’re not a cursed fate! Stop!” The more he speaks, the more my own heart fails and the more I feel like we’re cursed truly. “You still don’t get it do you?…” His voice cracked into shambles, his tone an evident reflection on what was left of him, of his heart and feelings. Sad and broken. “We’re a cursed fate,” He was right. Of course he was, but I won’t let him know that. Instead, “Yet we’re fated. Ordained by the goddess, written in the stars.” My head fell onto his, our pacing breaths a matching rhythm.

“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.

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.”