Crowned By Fate Novels & Stories

Her gaze flickered to a man in a black suit holding a scroll and impatiently looking around. Serena gulped as her eyes drifted back to the crown. The eerily similar crown that had appeared in her vision, the crown that had been caked in blood and in her hand. And she experienced an epiphany then….no matter how much one tries, they can’t change fate. Not even a seer.

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

"It's not so much of a bow, but baring your neck in submission to those above you. It's their way of showing their loyalty." "What?" I hiss. "But I'm not above them, far from it." "You're going to be their future Luna. You'll have to get used to this." Zak smirked down at me, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable I was. I swallowed hard. I hadn't really thought about the future Zak and I would have, considering I was just trying to get through each day. I might not make it through the next full moon anyway. "If they don’t kill me first." I mumble and instantly regret it as Zak’s face darkens. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just a little on edge.”

They looked me over as if confirming something before conjuring a book before us. "This book was created for you when you were born from the collective dark magic of the Spirit clan. The prophecy you found in your mate's archives was known to our clan long before your birth. It spoke of twin fae, born under a red moon, destined to exterminate the vampire threat once and for all, reuniting all five kingdoms in the process." I felt myself stiffen. The mention of twins born under a red moon had reminded me of the hollowness in my chest. My twin was dead, the enemy had murdered him in an attempt to reignite the war between the water and fire clans. I missed him terribly.

The crown isn’t just settling now. It’s waking up.

“Two steps forward. And success. He slammed his glass down on mine. There was something in his voice, a determination, a fire, that gave me a shiver, but a shiver. good, that ran down my spine. A man with that passion and that drive would achieve what wanted. We tasted the champagne and sighed with pleasure. This is one of my favorites. Fruit, honey, yeast and a touch of heat. Fresh, rich, elegant. Perfect for a celebration. Talking in that... I raised my glass once more. "And this one is for M&M's." May they have a long and happy life together. - I knew that "And this one is for M&M's." May they have a long and happy life together. - I knew that

Because this crown, this curse, was not a burden. It was her birthright. And the beginning of something far more dangerous than war. Unity.

The parchment is cracked and curling. It tells of a time when a Moonchosen stood beside a Fae-Queen. The mark appeared between them. Twin Crowns, heralding a new peace. But the peace never came. Because the Moonchosen, beloved, trusted had betrayed the queen. Not by choice but by compulsion. The Crown corrupted him and drove him to madness. He killed her in front of their people. Her last words: "The mark does not bind hearts. Only fates." My breath catches. My hand tightens around the scroll until it tears.

Until Seraphine placed both hands on it— —and whispered her name into the fire. The room *shattered*. Here it is — **Chapter 23, Section 2**, where fire becomes fate, and the crown chooses its queen. --- **\[The Queen Ascends]** **\[Inside the Fire – Seraphine’s POV]** The flame did not burn her. It *became her*. The instant her hands touched the crown, it pulsed—once—like a heartbeat. Then everything shattered. Light exploded from the pedestal, igniting the air, searing away stone, illusion, fear. Her vision went white, then red, then deeper—into something ancient.