Fate Apocrypha Novels & Stories

It makes me uneasy. “Come in, reaper, do not lurk.” I walk in at her heavily accented words, pacing my steps with my hands wriggling in front of my belly. Master Xaulfur does not look like he is listening to the witch at all. He still has his chin on his hand, his eyes tightly closed and his jaws clenched. My eyes zoom in on the spread paper only to find symbols, irregular marks and crosses; things that I recognize to be part of a map. I had watched father read them a few times, so no doubt I know them so well.

But the answers we found weren’t comforting. “Read this,” I said, sliding a yellowed scroll toward Eva. She took it, her eyes scanning the faded script. Her lips moved as she read aloud: “When the threads of fate unravel, the lost shall rise, and the shadow of the divine will seek dominion over the light.” Eva leaned back in her chair, her expression darkening. “This keeps getting worse, doesn’t it?” I nodded, closing the tome in front of me with a heavy thud. “It’s not just about the mate bond system. The balance the Moon Goddess mentioned—there’s something older tied to it. Something dangerous.”

Chapter 7: The Invisible Threads The ethereal realm of fate seemed to tighten its grip, weaving an intricate web that drew Adrian and Seraphina inexorably closer with each passing moment. Despite their best efforts to maintain a distance, the mysterious pull between them intensified, its invisible threads weaving a tapestry of destiny that neither could fully comprehend nor resist.

The torchlight shifted across the fragment, and for a moment, Apollo felt the strange sensation of standing not in his vault, but at the edge of something vast and unfinished, some ancient machinery of fate turning slowly beneath kingdoms and centuries. Another fragment drifted toward him. This one was written in a different hand. Older. Nearly illegible. ...their powers converge... ...realms will break... The final lines had been deliberately cut away. Not burned. Cut. Apollo noticed immediately. Someone had removed them. Carefully. Intentionally. As though the missing words had been considered more dangerous than the prophecy itself. A pulse of irritation moved through him. Then another fr

“Aren’t you worried about my health? What if I can never have children after this?” Joel said impatiently, “Do you think we are living in a fictional world? Stories where one miscarriage makes someone infertile are rare. Just get it done quickly. Do not force me to act.” During the argument, Joel pushed her. Mandy fell down the stairs, and when she saw the blood, the situation escalated. Before losing consciousness, she screamed hoarsely, “Joel, heartless man! You got me pregnant and won’t take responsibility…” Joel’s mother arrived in a hurry but stayed rational.

"This pup is the key! This pup will be the sacrifice! If the pup is gone, Violetta will forgive me. We'll go back to the way things were!" Kaelen had lost himself in the twisted joy of his own delusions. There was a crazed look in his eyes as he picked up the silver knife, eyeing Lydia, who was still dazed from the drugs he had slipped her. When Lydia woke up, she noticed her stomach was flat—there was no sign of the pup. She stumbled out of bed, frantic, searching the room for the pup. A servant entered and said quietly, "It was Alpha. He took the pup to use as a sacrifice!"

I quickly pulled my hand away and stared at the wall like it would suddenly open a mouth and eat me. My eyes wandered across the ruins. Broken pillars. Collapsed buildings. Half-buried statues whose faces had been worn away by centuries of rain and wind. And suddenly, I remembered what Azrael had told me. The Children of the Eyes of the Evening. The attack. The slaughter. The people who had never even had time to understand what was happening before their world turned into a battlefield. I remembered the painting in the library. The burning village.The flames swallowing everything in their path. The lycans that hovered in the sky with crossbows and weapons. And the ones swallowed by angry re

she said with a shaky voice " Remember what? Have you been crying?" I asked noticing some dry tears on her face and her puffy eyes. " He couldn't make it," she said " who?" I asked " He said I should give you this, you will understand after reading," she said while giving me a letter. THE LETTER..... Hello, Lucy! before I start, I want to apologize for not being there now, I want to apologize for saying my last words to you on a piece of paper. I knew a day like this will come but not so soon. If you are reading this now, just know that I have gone forever.

Flowing the land and filling to the streams of the connecting river. Death! Bodies are piled high like the mountain. Scattered the once happy lands. Screams! They are louder every passing time. Piercing into everyone's ears from afar. Even the strongest of foes must quiver at the sound. Ash! It’s falling from the sky and onto the ground, scorching the land. Gone are the trees and fields. The once earthy and breezy place has decayed. Darkness! The sun has not risen since the war started. All lands have been cursed. One can not tell whether it's night or day unless you tap into the source of the cause. The energy of the dark witch Ophelia and this was only the beginning.

After a brief pause, I still refused outright. "They don't deserve it." The bloody path I fought through in my last life was something Mona should walk herself this time. Jonah smiled faintly. "You and your sister really are different." With that, he went upstairs. Watching his back, a dead memory stirred. In the flames, I seemed to see that same figure running toward me. Or was that just a hallucination before death? Early the next morning, I received a notification that a large sum of money had been transferred out of my bank account.