Fate Chaldea Novels & Stories

Aisha's POV And now after the accident, I'm nothing to him. He wants to discard me to aside only because of one woman who doesn't even worth him? Wha.... What kind of a life is this? What kind of a Fate is this ya Allah (oh Lord!) You know this is a CRUEL FATE, right? I haven't done anything wrong, then why am I suffering for the sins I didn't commit? Or if I've sin against you unknowingly, can you please forgive me? Take pity on my child and don't do this to me please- I mentally made a plead to Allah.

“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.”

Unfortunately, the day when he was on his mission he die, I was never told how exactly he died but the unseelies had something to do with it, every one of them submitted but they were not very powerful during those times. We had just performed a send-off ceremony for your father when I received news that the fountains were producing less dust, the south fountain is the one known to the fairies but there are other three fountains for every region the North, the south, and the east but they are invincible and can only be seen in the eyes of the queen.

“And if something happens to my son, I’ll kill you personally.” She didn’t doubt it for a minute. He was one cold bastard. Is this what Khafil would become? She shuddered at the thought. He watched her face pale as as she digest his words. ***** She was gutsy and attractive. Since she wasn’t a pure blood he wouldn’t have ordinarily picked her as his son’s wife, maybe as a vascany. But no one could deny another Taalib Duma his mate, as decreed by the Darvan Gods. A mate who was a Dalili Nakisisa was favored among the Gods themselves. Khafil had a prize. Zanhoden knew because of his encouragement, Khafil had continued to deceive his mate. If his son had come clean when he wanted, his relation

, he hits Elijah’s hand playfully but Elijah’s eyes never leaves Davil as he frowns. I walk down the pulpit and straight to Elijah. I halt in front of him and snap my fingers to get his attention. “Eyes on me pretty boy”, I wiggle my eyebrow and he looks down at me. “I reported you so give that hateful stare to me and not my big brother. You are yet to understand where you are. This is Dahmatra. This is my kingdom. This-“, I point at Davil and continue,” is my big brother, the sitting sourde de san. I advice you stare with respect or the next part of me you see won’t be pleasant”

The hand curled on the rift’s edge, dragging something vast behind it. Dorian stepped forward, divine light surging. I caught his arm. “Don’t—” Too late. The thing leaned forward—not through yet, but close enough that its gaze, if it had eyes, found mine. The ground split. The forest bowed. And in mortal and divine realms at once, Fate’s voice came for the third and final time: “THE FIRE WILL CHOOSE ITS END.” The tear widened with a sound like every chain in the world breaking at once. Something older than gods began to descend.

A low, approving growl rippled through the crowd. “This year,” he continued, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back, “we do not just celebrate the turning of the year. We celebrate a new beginning for our pack. We celebrate the Moon Goddess’s gift, the completion of my soul, and the arrival of your heart. My Fated Mate. Your Luna, Angela.” He didn’t shout the last part. He let the silence hold it, let the words sink into the cold, still air. Then, as one, the entire Shadow Moon Pack threw back their heads and howled.

The wind had gone completely still. I didn’t even realize I’d stopped breathing properly until my chest started to ache. “And before you misunderstand yourself further,” she added, “I’m not something your kind gets to finish.” Malachar gave a short, humorless exhale. “So that’s your answer,” he said. “Untouchable.” Medina didn’t respond right away. When she did, her voice was quieter—steady, not defensive. “It’s not a decision.” A pause. “It’s how we’re made as the descendants of the Goddess of Fate.”

"This is not a curse, child. It's a calling. What you do with it is your choice. But know that your mother believed in you. Your grandmother believed in you. And I believe in you." She walked away, leaving me alone with the fountain and my thoughts. A calling. A prophecy. A choice that would determine if the kingdom stood or fell. I was eighteen years old. I'd killed my first man today. I'd discovered I was the heir to a lost dynasty. And now princes and assassins were fighting over me like I was a piece on a game board. Behind me, someone cleared their throat. I turned. A young priest stood there, looking nervous. "Lady Khalifa? Prince Louis asks for you. He says it's urgent."

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.