Novel & Cerita Crowned By Fate

The moon responded. The ground seemed to hum beneath my feet. An elder stepped forward, holding the crown. It was beautiful. Silver, engraved with ancient markings, glowing faintly under the moonlight. “This night,” the elder announced, “we crown the Luna of the united packs.” Murmurs spread. Pride. Excitement. Expectation. I glanced at Adrian. Still nothing. The crown was placed on my head. The moment it touched me, the crowd erupted. Cheers. Howls.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

"Don't you dare do anything to that girl. Marriage is not something that you can build and just break anytime that you want. She's now your brother's wife and you'll respect her for that. She now have the blood of Ahmad El-Mubarak running through her vein, she's now my daughter in law. I'm just trying to hold back somethings because of Aryan, I'm sure that very soon he will come back to his senses and when my son regain back his memory, I'll inform the chieftains to arrange for the coronation..." "Coronation after Aryan has regain back his memory? Dad, I thought it will take place before next month? I mean, by next month 2nd, I thought everything would have been done by then?." "Yes, it was

He attempted to step away from it, but he couldn't because it kept on following him. Then I remembered what I had seen at the garden's entrance before we entered. Debitus constitutus promissio(Debt Establishment, promise.) It was written in block letters and a language I didn't know I could comprehend until now. No one was able to read it, not even Maya. Aiden had vowed, and he wouldn't escape from it until he fulfilled his wish or until he was dead. He clasped the sword, and his eyes bored into mine. “I'm sorry,” He muttered.

the Fate shrugged with her eyebrows raised. Justum came down from the mound to stand beside the Favored of the Fates. He gave her his nod of approval. "Well, Your Majesty, you have won," he told her as if his stamp of approval made it so. Though, perhaps in a way, it did. Aurora looked over his shoulder at the still form in Fate Omid's arms. "Really?" she challenged Justum, "I had hoped winning would feel quite different."

Then, this must be the misfortune cat. Dad once told me that the misfortune cat was also known as the unlucky cat. They were born with a strong power that comes with a strong curse. At some certain fixed point of their age, the misfortune cat would witness the death of their parents. The darker their fur colour, the stronger they are as well as their ‘curse’. And the deadliest one dad said that he had ever seen was coloured obsidian black and yet this one— —is perfect black. Even darker compared to Vanta-black.

“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.

The Heir Chosen Golden light consumed everything. The battlefield disappeared. The broken sky disappeared. Even the giant eye vanished behind the radiance. The Seventh Crown floated high above the world. Judging. Choosing. Deciding. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then nobody moved. Nobody dared. Every heir watched. Every Crown Holder waited. The fate of the Throne hung in the balance. Then the Seventh Crown began descending. Slowly. Very slowly. The anticipation became unbearable.

You’d think more people would be hesitant to find their fated mates, considering what happened to the previous generation, but I guess the possibility of eternal love and happiness clouds peoples’ rationality. The last two months, Vinny’s pack, The Forza Nelle Tenebre, aka Forza Pack, and Dare’s pack, The Running River Pack, have taken turns hosting full moon runs. A bunch of my pack members have traveled to these events and about fifty of them found their fated mates within the other packs. Small fuckin’ world, right?

Our blood mingled as he joined our hands and wrapped them in white cloth soaked in moon water. “In the union of blood, strength is multiplied. In the presence of the Moon, let no one tear this bond asunder.” He unwrapped the cloth slowly, revealing our hands—still joined, the blood drying between our palms, sealing what fate had already decided. Then he lifted the crown. But he didn’t place it yet. He turned toward the crowd. “Today, we witness the crowning of the one who stood against death itself. Who fought darkness with fire. Who became more than warrior, more than mate. Today, she becomes Queen.”