Fate Apocrypha Novels & Stories

"The King James version. Don't read any other books unless it's the Apocrypha" "Apocryapha?" Jennifer asked confused "It's a book filled with the lost books that they took out of the bible" Sophia replied "Why would they take books out of the bible?" Jennifer asked "Again,they don't want us to know the truth and who we're really are. If we knew we would be they're biggest threat because we're united with our people and standing against them" "Why we can't do that now?" Jennifer asked "Our people are too divided plus we're still cursed" Sophia replied

" On that journey, The cloak of conceal shall be taken away -- And their eyes shall see, Demons and angels, The good and thee of pure villainy, heaven and hell, And the land of Abaddon, Where the fates who craft the fabric of life, Dwell. A long journey shall it be, But take your ink and your skin, And write, One that has been Born By The Power, Awaits the day Chaos And Apocalypse shall Arise.

Asher adds. “Right. Well. I’m not sure why, but Father also sent Calvin additional letters and notes about the Fated Plague, and the five of us.” I don’t mean to linger and let the suspense build up. I just want to give them enough time to process everything I’m saying. “Please don’t be cryptic, Amy. If you have information about Father, about the plague, tell me,” Saph urges, squeezing the arm of her chair.

As I walk up to them, I say, “It wouldn’t have mattered…” Joesph looks at me with a frown and confusion, as he says, "What do you mean, it wouldn't have mattered?" I frown back at his tone, as I say, “I found a handwritten note in the ‘forbidden book of supernatural knowledge’, it was written on a completely unrelated page, which is why I kept missing it. It was a warning about the fated.” “What warning?” “I would say a rewriting of the part where it says that the bond can be severed by a powerful Fairy. Yes, a Fairy can help one survive the other's death, but in reality, no matter what, the fated always follow each other…”

I snapped at no one but the books. My wolf was silent, her own disappointment radiating through our bond. As I moved the fourth book away, I noticed another under it. I looked at the fifth book. A slim, tattered volume with no title on the spine. The cover was so dead that it was hard to see the name. I looked at it in confusion. I wasn't aware that I had carried it with me. As I opened it, the name was written on the inside. My dad had mentioned it once, calling it the Apocrypha of the Veiled.

The echo of her broken cry was cut off, buried in the stone. In the hallway, I leaned into him. The grief for my family’s broken peace was still there, a deep ache. But the haunting was over. The ghost was just a sad, hateful woman in a cell, and her story was finished. “It’s done,” I said. Aaron pressed a kiss to my temple. “Now,” he said, his voice shifting back into the Alpha’s, focused on what was still ahead. “We prepare for the war that’s still coming.”

Book Four will follow Imeela and Jackson’s son. Q: What can we look forward to in “Fated Power – Fated Destiny”? A: Plenty will be happening! You can definitely rest assured with that. We will be dealing with the Klarish clan. That leads into dealing with Brynn’s Vessel prophecy from “His Hunt for Redemption” and plays out in its sequel: “Design of Fate”. The evil ties into the Precoza coven where Imeela hails from. We also have the Supernatural Council to set up. There are plenty of twists and turns ahead of us.

I said before turning back "If you see this I’m sure you will forget about those cupcakes" "Oh God," I said as I rolled my eyes "Just say what you want to say because I know you leave me alone till I hear you out" "Of course, I won’t, but anyways, look at this," She said as she showed me something on her phone "Oh my God, is this what I think it is?" "Yes, and it’s starting next month. We have to apply, if we win it’s bye-bye bakery store for us and hello Miss Afraah and Miss Amal as the new owners of a restaurant"

“Food. Weapons. Who gets to stay.” There it was. The real apocalypse. Not infected. Resources. Evelyn felt cold recognition settle into her chest. In her last life, survivor groups had fractured faster than cities did. People wanted rules until those rules no longer benefited them. Then came factions. Power struggles. Fear dressed up as leadership. “How long before somebody gets thrown out?” Rowan asked. Caleb met his eyes directly this time. “Depends on how useful they are.” Honest answer. Evelyn trusted honest answers more than comforting ones now.