Defy Fate Novels & Stories

I told him I am not hungry can't he understand such a simple thing? "I am not hungry, please take that back," The maid didn't budge and stood like that, don't tell me they are stubborn too, I will cry now. "ma'am sir will throw me out of this house if I take this back, he gets angry easily." intresting so the Silent introvert is a angry bird, not bad. "alright, leave it here and you may leave." she nodded and walked outside while I stared at the plate, I can't eat. I don't want to eat.

And with a small voice that no one could hear, she added, "It all depends on the Fates." "Winner! Zabdiel Lewelyn!" ~O~O~O~ The rounds continued until there were only nine of them. Zabdiel, Barbie, Kieran, Clive, "Bloom", a Fire Kryst named Ine, a Water Kryst named Ylena, Crystal Kryst Thēna, and a Shadow Kryst named Saito. Zabdiel and Ine went first. The Fire Kryst was stronger and wiser, he defeated Zabdiel in a short time span. Thankfully, Zabdiel was not injured so much.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

Resolve. “I won’t be your sacrifice,” Henry declared. “I will be the one to decide my own fate.” Henry takes my hand and squeezes it tightly, his grip firm and unwavering. "Together, we will rewrite destiny," he says with a determined look in his eyes. "Right, Xavier?" "As always," I respond, feeling a surge of hope and determination coursing through me. Together, we will defy the odds and shape our own future, united in our strength and resolve.

He bit back his emotions, unwilling—or unable—to face the truth. “Enough! Aria isn’t the person you think she is!” he finally burst out, his voice shaky but laced with stubborn resolve. “She’s innocent! This must be some kind of mix-up.” “Mix-up?” His mother’s fury only grew hotter. “Aria’s innocent? Then tell me, what terrible thing did Wendy do to make you mistrust her? Even now that she’s gone, you refuse to defend her?” Ethan fell silent. His lips parted, but no words came out. His gaze clouded over.

I take a sip of my tea, "it is what it is, we cannot question our fate or destiny we can only complete our journey's the best we can." They both look at me and I chuckle, "I have no feelings towards either of these two," I arch a brow, "yet." I lower my cup, "if I do not chose either of them tomorrow night, then they have no reason to kill one another." I look out the window, "perhaps they should learn that it's not only fate or destiny that determines someone’s worth to them, they need to put forth effort in winning me over," I take another sip of tea just staring out at the brightness of the morning sun. "This Alpha Drake, he has loved before deeply and has been hurt twice as deep as hi

The shard pulsed harder, approving, its warmth like a vow binding itself to my resolve. Vorian’s silver eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable as he took a slow step forward. “Defiance is simple to declare,” he said softly, each word laced with venom. “But when the flame judges, it does not weigh intention—it demands sacrifice. Will you give what it craves, Selena Cross, or will you shatter as so many before you?” The shard flared in response, and I felt its heat curl deep inside me, pressing against the fear I refused to show.

They’re here. They don’t care if we’re exhausted. They want us too drained to fight back. They want us broken. But all they’ve done is hand me a reason to burn their world to the ground. My feet hit the floor. I move on instinct now—no hesitation, no second-guessing. The fire in my chest demands justice. I grab the bottle of blue juice, tip it back, and drink. The burn is instant. Power unfurls beneath my skin like a lit fuse. Layla stirs, clawing her way to the surface.

she replied, forcing the words out evenly, “but I’d rather stand here shaking than crawl at your feet.” For a moment, neither moved. Predator and prey locked in a battle of will. Then his mouth twisted into a dangerous smile. “You won’t be standing for long.” The pain in her side throbbed, but she held his gaze, unbroken. And then something inside her cracked. It was a violent, splintering snap. Pain, fear, and betrayal shattering into something harder. It all twisted together and became something else entirely. FURY.

I say. Fate’s gaze snaps back to me. “Then what is?” I meet his eyes. “Weight.” The word settles like gravity. Fate stiffens. “He acted.” “Yes,” I agree. “And he carried the cost.” Silence hums between us. “He has not yet outweighed.” The realization moves through Fate like a blade. “You mean,” he begins. “Yes,” I say. “He has altered outcomes, but he absorbed the imbalance himself instead of releasing it into the world. The scales remain level for now. The Weave has no justification to bind him.”