Fate Fell Short This Time Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but I knew he was withholding information from me. “Once we mark each other, there is no possibility for a second-chance mate.” As if reading the confusion on my face he continued. “If your mate dies before you mark them, the Moon Goddess grants you a second-chance mate. But if you mark your mate, then you are committed to them and only them.” He brushes a hair out of my face, but I push him back, sitting up. “Do you think that's a good idea though? Maybe we should see if I even make it through the full moon.”

This likely may be it. No more narrow escape. All narrow escape are gone and used. This likely may be the end This may be my failure and brother Rowans victory. This may be Caroline's end and my promise breakage. This is where I fail brother Ron. I really have failed. I failed and broken my promise to him and caroline. I preserved not his throne nor protected his mate. I accomplished not even one amongst both promise's. Such wacky failure. I really am a huge mess. A disappointment to both brother Ron and caroline.

"I—I mean, why the sudden change? Isn't this a bit too abrupt?" I put on an apologetic tone. "I thought it over just now. The timing feels too tight. And I've been swamped with a project lately—I'll probably need to work overtime this weekend. "So I'll pass this time. Let's go somewhere together during the next holiday instead. You can go to the EDM festival with your girlfriend. I won't play third wheel." At that, Simon's smile completely vanished. His expression darkened. "But we already agreed on this. Backing out now—isn't that a bit much? Are we even best buds?"

I couldn't sit through a meal with that happy family, couldn't pretend to be excited about their future while mine crumbled into nothing. When I got back to my apartment, I poured myself a drink. Then another. Then several more, trying to drown the rage and resentment and bone-deep sense of failure. Tomorrow would come whether I was ready or not. And I would have to stand there in that clearing, watching Damon claim his human mate, knowing I'd lost everything that mattered. Unless... No. There was nothing I could do. No move left to make that wouldn't result in my own destruction. I'd failed. Completely and utterly failed.

I declared without giving it a second thought. “Then, kill them.” She commanded, and the wind stopped immediately. A sword glided through the air and fell onto the ground near me, I tried stepping away from it, but I couldn't. It was known as the garden of promise for a reason, and I was powerless against its forces. Since I wouldn't be free until I fulfilled my vow, I clutched the sword. “I'm sorry,” I muttered as I stepped towards Elena. “Break out of the goddamn spell. You are about to make the greatest mistake in your life." Ellen shouted. I couldn't help it. I had promised, and I must fulfil it.

“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.

His angry eyes pierced into mine, I receded in discomfort when he clasped my neck. "Where do you think you're going to princess!?." He yells making everywhere shake. "Please, let me go." I beseeched in tears. "I'll destroy you the same way I killed your father, the king." His grip on my neck became tighter, his eyes glowed red as I began to cough out black blood. I was suffocating, my vision became blur, all I could see is darkness taking over me. "Your powers are weak just like your father...." He whispers.

“Yes, yes, and yes.” Ema scoffed knowingly while walking inside the apartment. “That man probably checks if you’re breathing every five minutes now.” Hazel smiled helplessly because… honestly? Accurate. Ema turned toward her immediately. “Wait.” A suspicious narrowing of eyes. “He left you alone?” Hazel sat down carefully on the couch. “He had meetings, Ema. He already postponed work for a month because of me.” “And?” Ema crossed her arms dramatically. “If my pregnant best friend almost fell into another dimension down the stairs, I’d never leave her side again.”

I continued, “A lot has changed, but would that guarantee us to have a different upcome? If we didn't stay extra careful, we both might ended up dead. Even when we sought help from Alpha Caden and his pack, they turned on us instead.” I sighed, adding, “And despite noticing all this, I still don’t know what exactly we’re missing.” Atlas let out an exasperated sigh, pressing more ointment onto his fingers as he began treating the wound on my stomach. His silence stretched on, his thoughts clearly racing before he finally spoke. “It feels like the fate of our doom adjusted itself but still claimed us in the end,” Atlas mumbled. “But the reason we failed last time was because Caden died, right?

“But we’ve always felt you. For years. As if a part of us was… missing. We dreamed of you. And when we saw you today, when we touched you… we knew.” The third brother smirked a bit. He looked playful even in this serious moment. “It’s fate, sweetheart. And fate doesn’t make mistakes.” My stomach twisted. Fate. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms. My voice rose as I speak “Do not speak to me about fate! My so-called fate already betrayed me. I had a mate, and he destroyed me. Do you hear me? He destroyed me!” My sword was in my hand before I realized I had drawn it. I raised it high.