Fate Gandr Novels & Stories

As my granny always said "we have a family honor to keep" It’s absurd. Well, I truly hope my mate was someone I could enjoy all my adventures with. Be who I am and do what I want. Days went by and today was my 18th birthday. the day I have been waiting for. to find my mate and to be free from the clutches of my family. "Get up, Lia. at least for today, be on time.” Hera sighed. I peeked from my blanket to be met with a piercing look from her. She’s my best friend from diapers. And she is more excited about today than I am. She had already found her mate.

Alex complained. The True Martial Starlord’s divided soul said, “In that case, how could you save your grandfather?” Alex was speechless. “Do you believe it? This is fate!” “I don’t believe in fate. I only believe that I am the master of my own fate.” "You are the master of your own fate? It depends on what matter and mystery you’re talking about. You have learned the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, so you should know that there is a forbidden spell in the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell called the Spell of Great Fate. Fate is always highly corrective. No matter how far you deviate, it will pull you back at certain inconspicuous time nodes unless you have learned the Spell of Great Fate.”

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

"You see, pet, I simply needed you away from your cadre. Your army. Your men. You are not nearly as strong as you think you are. Your friends and loved ones have been lying to you. Your death has always been written. You will die by my hand." I snorted as I tried to suck enough air into my lungs. "Like fate?" He leaned down, ran a hand over my hair. I shuddered back, tried to slap his hand away. His laugh at my pathetic display grated on my nerves. "Exactly like fate. And who is your precious goddess of fate?" My heart froze. "Ari." He cackled. "Yes, your loving grandmother. Did you think it was simply coincidence that you were born in the Valley?"

Fate smiled as if he was happy to met such a person infront of him, “you don't know me, I see. But doesn't matter!” “What the hell?!” The Great Alpha felt his body becoming tense once again. So unlikely that his voice thundered but only to shake himself more. “You...” his eyes widened and as if struck by lightning, he groaned painfully while hands gently touch his eyes. “I came for a deadly debt,” Fate said slowly, eyes strange as if having a glowing glass that inserted in there. It even shine brightly and it hurt as hell to look about. It makes the Great Alpha to felt shame on feeling an undescribable pain.

If Malrik truly lost control once again… none of us would survive long enough to see another sunrise. I also couldn’t shake the fear off. Last night had been bizarre. The chains broke. They fucking snapped. The chains that had belonged to our forefathers, passed down to the brother who inherited the curse. They were stronger than anything I had ever known, forged with silver and the blue flame of an ancient dragon woven into every link. They had held for generations. And yet, they snapped right off the walls. A cold breeze swept past me, and my wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin. Hours passed, and then-

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

“I don’t want power. I don’t want fear. I want someone with warmth. Someone who’ll see me, not just claim me. My mate has to have a heart, not one that’s locked away behind walls.” Rainey studied me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. Then she sighed and gave a small shrug. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe the Goddess won’t pair you with him. But still…” She glanced back toward the fire, where a ripple of voices rose louder, “…sometimes fate doesn’t ask what we want.” I felt the weight of her words press against me as I turned my gaze to the clearing, my stomach knotting tighter. Because deep down, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to find out what fate had in store for me.

I grinned as I tried not to chuckled, “It’s a blessing, Vanessa.” “Now I know why my body feels heavy.” King spoke. “Why is it?” I asked with a grin. He smirked, “Considering that I've been carrying faithfulness and thoughtfulness in me. And not to mention my handsomeness.” I wasn't able to hold back and I joined Vanessa and Clarisse laughed, but still in a controlled manner. Vanessa sighed, “Seriously. I really wanted to have a thoughtful and faithful man but I can't seem to find it.”