Fate Apocrypha Novels & Stories

Ultimately, they decided to empower the Stoneapes to manage the entire small world, allowing them to propagate their beliefs. If anyone deviated from the orthodox path, the Stoneapes would force them to believe. Adrian would then reveal miracles at opportune times to verify everything's existence, completing the weaving of the Web of Fate through the indoctrination of future generations. Yet, things were still imperfect. Could the immortals of the greater world believe that eyes were watching them from beyond this world? Could they believe they were just fish in a net? Adrian, who had transcended the Web of Fate through the Draco Veinergy power, could see things from an outsider's perspectiv

Stale dust drifted in thin streams of stained sunlight, bled through dragon-forged windows far above, throwing fractured halos across the stacks. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was looking for. But I knew it when I saw it. And I did. Three floors down, slipped into the binding of an incomplete book: The Aurelian Reckoning, I found it, folded parchment, the edges singed, sealed with wax that crumbled at my touch. Inside, an illustration of the brand on Kellan’s hand. Beneath it was a name. Seraphine Aurelian. Notes were scribbled in the margins. References to something called Dracofatum. The Dragon Fate. A prophecy from a hundred years ago, hidden after the clan wars. I kept reading.

Oh had she known the feelings of those beggars she saw on the untidy market roads homeless and hungry, She would have shown more love and care. She wasn't so lucky then as fate had other intentions, Sophia heard a loud bang and some treacherous sound like a sack of bones hitting the tarred road. Unable to figure out where the sound was from, Sophia twisted her neck to her left but felt an excruciating pang of pain run down her spine. And that was when she saw the red liquid... Her blood, the smell of gasoline and tire, her thoughts became hazy and darkness took precedence.

Fighting my destiny was like a never-ending battle where the end was already written. “I’ve known you since you were a child, Elijah,” Alipato slumped on the ground. He got all my attention. For the first time since I’ve known him, this was the first time he addressed me by name. “I might not know what the future holds for you, but I believe you are not meant to rule alone. And I’ve never seen a love so pure as what you and Rory have. The prophecy is taking its course, but fate is not always what it seems. It is cruel and unkind, but you have a good heart,” his eyes flitted to Rory’s paling form. “And so does Rory. Allow fate to lead your way, Elijah. Trust the love you have for each other.”

“My queen deserves her own throne.” I roll my eyes and take a seat. Leave it to Lucifer to make such a blatant statement. Of course, a large part of me feels giddy, but I don’t let him see it. Bree gives me a wide-eyed look and takes the seat beside my throne. Once everyone has been seated, Amara begins to talk. “So we’ve been working on finding a way to help you and your angel. As I reviewed the tomes, I found that the fates seemed to be mentioned as key figures in the prophecies, which is why I chose to focus on the fates rather than the prophecy.”

Fate walked towards Lucus with her Grecabulum in her hands as he stood on a road in Romania, looking at a dying cat "She has forgotten that she is an angel" Lucus looked at Vivian's Antabulam. "In that matter, she's just like you," Fate said. Lucus looked at her as she sat beside him. "I thought of them today, it pissed me off," Fate said "We are mere spectators. You shouldn't interfere anymore, Death"

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”

she fell to the ground in pain. Caluum sighed and crouched to the ground beside her "I'm slowly fading out "he expounded "Fading out?"she looked at him "you are immortal!" "I am" "Then, what are you talking about. Make me understand" "The abyss has recalled me and if Taynor doesn't sit on the throne before the next full moon, I will fade completely"

Chapter Nineteen Chapter Title: I Don’t Know If I Can Ever Forgive You Fred’s POV I stood by the window, watching the clouds move slowly across the sky. My heart was heavy. The world outside looked calm, but inside me, everything was falling apart. I didn’t feel like a prince. I didn’t feel like anything. I just felt… broken. My father was still lying in bed. He hadn’t opened his eyes. The royal healer said his spirit was weak. That he was holding on, but barely. I wanted to believe he would wake up, but a part of me was scared. What if he didn’t?

We all nod in silent agreement. Looking around the delivery room, I see all of us sharing an emotion that most of us have forgotten about since the Fated Plague took so many of our loved ones and changed all of our lives in such horrific ways. Hope. THE END Now you are probably wondering, "When is the next book?!" Book 3: Choosing Fate (Saph's Story)- Coming Winter of 2023 Consider engaging with me in places such as the Book of Faces and/or The Gram of Instant Gratification ;)