Novel & Cerita Fate Fic

He looks down at his wet boots, a frown etched deeply into his features, my heart aching for him. "And he meant it?" I myself have said things I have regretted, and never ultimately went through with. Perhaps that is the case for this Fate man... Because how could someone be that cruel? "I believe so. He was angry." "Can he even do that?" I whisper. Where I came from in the Mortal Realm, we didn't learn much about Fate. What I know of him is that he is mischievous, and each mate bond can be traced back to his existence.

“They see me as their father, not their Alpha, so I have to live up to what I promised them.” I smile at this. “Well, they couldn’t be in more capable hands. I think Fate not only wanted you to lay your past to rest but also to find those girls and take them under your wing.” I say, but then Fenriz chuckles and shoots me a grin. “What?” “Well, you’re right about Fate wanting me to find them because one of them happened to be my Beta’s second chance mate.” He says. I sit up so quickly that my head spins, and I look down at my mate, who seems amused at my reaction.

I say. Fate’s gaze snaps back to me. “Then what is?” I meet his eyes. “Weight.” The word settles like gravity. Fate stiffens. “He acted.” “Yes,” I agree. “And he carried the cost.” Silence hums between us. “He has not yet outweighed.” The realization moves through Fate like a blade. “You mean,” he begins. “Yes,” I say. “He has altered outcomes, but he absorbed the imbalance himself instead of releasing it into the world. The scales remain level for now. The Weave has no justification to bind him.”

Her fingers curled tighter around the fading warmth of his memory, a lifeline stronger than any magic. The air shimmered, and the Spiral’s pulse quickened, the fractal creature stepping forward with a voice like collapsing stars. “You cannot untangle what is bound by fate,” it whispered, a cruel lullaby woven with inevitability. But Selena’s voice cut through the darkness, fierce and resolute. “Fate is nothing but the stories we tell ourselves to feel safe. I will rewrite this ending.” Her words struck the void like lightning, sparking threads of possibility that twisted and writhed, resisting the Spiral’s cold dominion.

Hopeless, raw, and cold. “You can’t stop fate.” I felt like I’d been slapped. He turned away, pacing the floor. “I’ve seen how this ends. Every time I close my eyes, it’s the same. Blood. Fire. You, lying in it. And I can’t stop it. I don’t know how to stop it.” “You don’t believe in fate,” I whispered. He paused. Then said, “I didn’t. Until I found out I was theirs.” The Voronin’s.

Right now, I’m attempting not to let the idea of being an eternal prisoner in this place. “See, your darling mate Time is busy right now in another realm a few years in the past. You know, personal problems,” Fate tells me, a skip in his step and an animated tone attached to his voice that is unnerving. “How do you know?” I ask, taking cautious steps along the windy concrete path that leads to his doorstep. Tangled weeds snag at my ankles, summoning me to the garden. Fate grabs the door handle, propping it open. “He trusts me. For some reason.”

Afraid she might never have a chance at independence. Silence enveloped them both. Even the constant click sound from Jason's laptop wasn't heard, he was listening and Stan hated the fact, so he drew closer to whisper to Sophia and probably infuriate Jason. "You might. It's fifty-fifty now, but I promise you we will try hard You and me. Okay?." She nodded in affirmation but with less enthusiasm, Stan was sure he heard someone scoff from afar. That night Sophia lay on her bed and thought about her life and everything that had happened and even where it was headed. She wasn't sure yet where fate was leading her. But she wasn't in a rush.

my father growls and walks to the wolf and slits his throat with a claw. I see my mother scream clutching her head, but the witch removes her cloak and whispers. The body of the dead wolf burns and disappears. My father and mother are looking at each other and they both scream as the witch forces the new reality in them before they embrace again like they were mates who had finally found each other. I gasp and look at the witch. "What did you show me?" "That was my sister, Tabitha. Foolish girl. Breaking a mating bond out of fear. She would have been powerful if she was not a coward."

“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.”

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”