Escape The Fate There's No Sympathy For The Dead Novels & Stories

“I no longer want him, you can have him all to yourself. The both of you look good together and I admire you. let me go, and I will leave your pack, you will never have to see me, and you will never have to hear from me. Please, I beg of you” Somewhere in my heart, I hoped that they would listen to my voice for pardon, but then, when Avery burst into laughter and Alphonso joined her, I realized the two of them had passed redemption and they were never going to let me go. I have no idea what they have planned, all I knew was that my doom was first approaching and I was soon going to cease from existing in this pack, and in this region or perhaps this world.

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

There wasn’t going to be a trail to follow since that traitorous Xaviar had flown off with her. I had barely finished skimming over the short document when Fredrick entered, his expression one of defeat. Miriam’s voice was still on a loop in my mind. I refused to give up hope, though the lack of leads was frustrating. Fredrick’s face told me that whatever I had remembered from Miriam’s book was offering more frustration. I looked at him and waited. “Aro.” He started. “The seer is dead.”

He clenched his jaw, stifling the urge to shout at Callum, who stood there with that infuriating smirk. “Alright, listen up,” Callum announced, pacing like a ringmaster. “Six cemeteries. One night. Find your mate. Escape, get help, or, hell, I don’t know, do nothing and die. Your choice. You’ll be escorted to your starting point. Pick a cemetery, any cemetery. Your mate is in a mausoleum, buried alive. Well, technically dead. But you get the point. Find her, because of the horrors she’s facing? Yeah, they’re her worst nightmares that come to life. Literally.” He chuckled, the sound dripping with malice. Hunter felt a cold knot twist in his gut. “Place your bets!” Callum called out, and the c

BUT SHE DID NOT END. The words sent a chill through her. She looked at herself. At her trembling hands. “I… don’t understand.” The eye remained fixed on her. YOU WERE THE LAST LIGHT. Silence. WHEN EVERYTHING ELSE DIED YOU ESCAPED. Her heart pounded. Escaped? Noxaris spoke quietly. “No.” The black eye turned. NO? Silver light filled the fracture. Noxaris’s countless eyes burned. “She did not escape.” Silence. “We saved her.”

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Those words knocked the remaining air out of my lungs, I gasped for air, trying to stay alive but I can feel my soul living in my body slowly. He saw it too. Fate is so cruel. Just like how Lucian smiled as he watch me give up the ghost, Aiden us doing the same He brushed my hair back from my face, he smirked and said “I hope you'd stay dead this time”

Watched us go over a waterfall too high for anyone to survive. They will assume we’re dead.” A tight grin made its way onto his face. “But we’re not.” No, we were not. Tristan got hold of my arms, bringing me on top of him. The heat of his body was pleasant after the frigid water, but I pushed myself to focus as he added, “Everyone believes we’re dead, Andronika , and no one fights to possess the dead. We may leave the Southern region without penalty because Alpha Orion won’t punish Declan or Eleanor for falling in combat. No one will come seeking for us. We may choose where we go and what we do, and no one, not even the gods, can stop us, for we are unfated. We determine our fate. Together

And how many more will die and wash back down to my womb, for this deathless mother to grieve? {No more. This time of half-hearted peace is at its end. From the ashes, a new dawn shall rise. A perfectly logical new world; infinitely smaller, more primal and more desperate. Abaddon shall be released from bondage and lay waste to man’s cities. The cleansing fire of pestilence shall harvest the mortals to near extinction. Only then can possibilities be granted exclusively to those who deserve them.} If the Fate Weaver has her way there’ll be no world left to go back to. I’m sprinting by the cafe towards the fateful backstreet. Just a little bit more…