Fate Chaldea Novels & Stories

“Farah.” She whispers as the image of the vessel that is her future is being drawn unto the book and by which fate is linked and created by her very existence. She looks at the image of the young prince that turns into a dark prince from the changes and agreed with what befalls him. Unto the chimera that she ought to give her body for the other to take the deal from HIM and for her to live in that very vessel. Everything is according to HIS game and plan, unto the complicated mind game of chess that THEY are both playing. “Cunning, sinister, and dark. Can someone’s fault lead everything into destruction?”

“Do you truly believe that Yianni reached the Daeclon Rank solely depending on the Maricias Combat Form?” Taken aback, James asked, “Is there more to it?” “Absolutely,” Hador affirmed, looking at James. “Have you already forgotten the prophecy on the Jadhea Tablet?” James recited, “Gray clouds and thousands of bells chiming. Above the Genesis Power is where you find the Marciais Combat Form. The Nirvana Golden Bones, the Quasar Second Body, the Dernaturae, and the Daeclon Mahayana.” Zeux nodded, saying, “Correct. Many often view them as the fundamentals for reaching the Daeclon Rank. However, these were predictions about you, the Chosen One. Nobody else will be able to meet these prophecies.

“Strings are the foundation of Fate in this world. People can’t change nor alter what they’re destiny is, even when they try numerous ways to change their path. If Fate decides you will die today, you will die. But you, my mistress, has the power to change other people’s fates in your hands -” “I’m afraid that’s impossible.” I interrupted her. Hoping she will stop spouting what’s impossible. “It’s true. Remember this boy?” Hymen butted in from behind and kneeled beside Chardonis. “You saved him from his death and push his fate to the man instead.” “What?” I stared at him, wild eyed. Hymen chuckled and repeated, “You saved the boy from his demise now the man who beat him up will take his fate

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

“I didn’t put you in this situation. Fate did.” Her laugh was sharp, biting. “Convenient excuse. You and Kade both seem to think you can use ‘fate’ as a leash to drag me wherever you want.” A growl rose in my throat at the mention of my twin. Kade. The other alpha. My rival in every sense of the word. “No, Aria,” I said, stepping even closer. “Fate isn’t a leash—it’s a bond. One you feel just as deeply as I do. And you owe it to yourself to figure out what it truly means.”

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

Candlelight danced across the red-stained windows, glowing softly as thunder rumbled outside. In the middle of the hall stood a long black table, surrounded by old, tall chairs, each marked with ancient symbols. These chairs had stayed empty for many years. But tonight, all except one were filled. At the head of the table stood Sire Asher, the current master of Nightreign Clan. He did not speak right away. He didn’t need to. The elders knew why they were there. And when the final door sealed shut behind the last to arrive, Asher finally raised his gaze.

Zach exhales hard and drops onto my bed, hands hanging between his knees as he tries to make sense of it. “Goddess,” he mutters. Then slowly—slowly—his whole face changes. Awe brightens into something warm, then into a full-blown grin. “Zahra’s going to be a Luna of Blood Moon,” he says, almost reverently. “She’s not going to leave us after all.” I shake my head. “She’s going to be my Luna.” The words feel right, heavy and golden. Zach stands abruptly and pulls me into a hug, gripping me tight. I stiffen for half a second before hugging him back.

I heard a loud howl which made me jump. Justin snickered. “Scared? The moon isn’t even completely out yet.” Rachel cracked her knuckles. “I can’t wait to shift once the moon comes up.” I gulped. I planned on finding the treasures and getting away completely from them before that could happen. In this game, Justin was playing the role of an Alpha since we didn’t have an Alpha in our group, Rachel was the Beta, and Logan was the Gamma. Me? Well, I was still kind of…me. Lowest in rank.