Fate Faker Novels & Stories

Faker, faker wannabe gangster on constant repeat. I tried listening to songs. Anything to get that chanting out of my head. I played track after track of the best hip hop in the world, but the chants kept creeping back into my head. Faker, faker wannabe gangster was all I heard. I could barely sleep and at school I rapped less and less and when I did, the Geek squad would hear and overpower it with their stupid chant. I started rushing away from them, trying to get away, but they followed me and kept chanting away. It was like they wanted to destroy me.

“It?” She sighed and let up some of the pressure. “Fate. Fate doesn’t want you or your life, Zeke. You would be a senseless death. Your kids need you. Your pack needs you. Fate will decide if it will take my life as payment. Otherwise, the Goddess with take Vale. You need to be left. So you can’t decide to throw your life away.” “I…” I started to argue but my head was filled with Vale’s voice. ‘Z, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?’

She doesn’t startle; it’s as though she knew he’d appear out of thin air. He, Fate, is incredibly tall, taller than me by a couple of inches. He also looks as though he’s wearing makeup. All in all, he’s pretty flamboyant. Not that it bothers me, it’s not like I was expecting a Viking. “Fate,” I mumble. “What can I do for you?” I fold my arms across my chest, standing with my feet shoulder-width apart. Defensive? Yes.

Now my Fated might be lost forever… I already know the name he’s going to say, and when he does, my undead heart shatters into a million fucking little pieces. “Katherine Décès.”

It was his sponsor and one of the three Fates, Intarsia. "Yo, Tarsi." Jinx greeted him with sarcastic enthusiasm. He wasn't super interested in talking to the Fate but sometimes it wasn't about what he wanted, but what the Universe decided he needed. He scrubbed his paws over his face one more time and leaned against the sink. "What's gone wrong now?"

“No, I mean, yes I could have, but my Magic is not as great as Jame’s and if I were to have performed that test most likely your Magic would have killed me.” “Oh.” lisa said feeling exhausted by the whole thing. Half of her wanted to bury her head in her hands and just forget any of them were there for a few minutes but all she could feel was them all staring at her. She felt exhausted. “So I am Fate.” She said quietly. Almost a whisper. “Yes. And you belong to the High King.” Mark said and she rolled her eyes at him. “What does that actually mean? I mean why am I even here? What do you actually want?” She asked feeling like she had a hundred questions running around in her head.

“But yes. They are like sports drinks. And tea.” Abertha relaxing helps me let go a little. Breathe a little deeper. I take a sip from my cup. It’s sweetened with honey. Just how I like it. “First off, it’s not Fate, it’s Fates. Plural. And they aren’t necessarily working together. You’ve got the sports drink Fate who is all about the results. Hydration by whatever means necessary. Pups, pups, pups. That’s all she cares about. But then there’s the tea Fates.”

“I’m no Luna. I’m…nothing, all I want is to make sure I bring down this pack, and everyone in it… I guess you've already seen that…” Thalia snorted. “Nothing? Please. If you were nothing,the seer wouldn’t be standing here in the cold with you. And fate—” she flicked her hand toward the sky, where the first star blinked faintly through the dusk “—fate wouldn’t have tangled me back into your path.” I stared at her. “You keep saying fate like it’s…funny.” “It is,” she said lightly. “Cruel, yes, but funny too. You’ll see.”

" Malfada, the fate who occupies the middle throne descended slowly. Her flares continually emitting and flowing backwards as she moved down, towards John. Her voice was like thorns screeching on the rims of rusted metals. Her accents were plain but unspecific. She walked up to John and slowly took steps around him as she said; "See what I have made, imagine what is yet to come!" Just as she said this, John vanished from the temple of the fates as thus, he got trapped in a memory loop. As known, each fate has a role, Malfada being the greatest of them all, had the power to shape the soul of a being and choose to end it wherever she likes. Thus, referring to Atarature as she is the one who ha

The Fae and Lycan alike would finally feel my wrath. A frenzy was building in the vamps under my command. They knew the time was nearing that they would taste Fae blood once again. The Fae before me didn't know that he would be the first to fall to their thirst. I had lied when I promised him the female. Seeing her proclaim herself mated to my primary target in his mind had led me to form plans of my own for her.