Fate Gandr Novels & Stories

he furrows his eyebrow at my words, so I tell him everything Selene told me. When I’m finished, he growls loudly at what Fate has done, not just to me but to others. Fate has always been a trickster. Playing with the lives of everyone, she is a puppet master. People blame their god for how their lives have turned out, but in reality it’s fate’s doing. She is vicious and can destroy you on a whim. No rhyme or reason. It depends on her mood.

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

JADE Day 270. My family never let me breathe. They didn't give me a moment of rest even until my last breath. So why should I give them any moment to be at peace despite all they’ve done to me? Having Zayn by my side makes me more courageous each day. I know now that being alive is a battle I’ll have to fight until the number on my wrist turns to zero. The scent of jasmine and expensive champagne hangs thick in the air of the Grand Courtyard Lounge.

His voice was hoarse as he commanded his subordinates. "Find out who did this!" he growled. "I will hunt down whoever set the fire. I will make them pay!" - Meanwhile, Lydia received the news of Sylvan and my deaths with a wicked grin. "Even the Moon Goddess is on my side now," she chuckled. "Those two mother and pup are finally out of the way! "From now on, Kaelen will only be mine. I'll be the Luna of Grayswood Pack forever." But her victory didn't last long.

Etched into it was the Brawnstorm crest, a storm-wolf howling into the wind. “This is it,” Kael said, climbing out before turning to offer his hand again. “Home.” I hesitated. The air was colder than I was used to, but the chill wasn’t what made me shiver, it was the quiet. No scolding voices. No sharp footsteps down polished halls. No Jared. Just wind and snow, and him. I took his hand. His people bowed their heads respectfully as we passed through the gates. None looked away in disgust, none wrinkled their noses at my scent.

“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?”

He’s smiling slightly at the current irony of it all. I anticipate how he is going to reply to my next question, hoping for the best. “What business did Fate have with you?” “That's the funny thing about Fate. He makes it seem as if he strikes deals to get what he wants, but I believe he truly felt sorry for me. He gave me immortality, and in return, I went after and killed the people he wanted me to. I did his dirty work,” he tells me, watching attentively for a reaction. I unfold my legs, stretching them out as I sigh.

No villain to slay. Just fate, and grief.

The shocked onlookers whispered to each other cautiously. Sure enough, Drake—perhaps emboldened by Calvert's support and the gasps from the plaza's audience—stepped forward from behind Calvert. With a smirk on his face, he said, "You were just lucky. The Immortal Fate originally belonged to Gresham Fleming of Primordial Sacred Land." Even though Drake had left the Starry Sky Battlespace behind, he would never forget the scene that had made him so furious he almost spat blood.

"Maria, I will avenge you. What he did to you, his wife will face the same. And then I'll ask him to replace her, just like he asked me to and then he'll know that fame means nothing but destruction." Fate sat on the top of a tower and wrote something in her Grecabulum, the book of fate and destiny. Her pen shone light blue as she wrote down the Fate of people. Then, she flew up and reached a balcony. She passed through the closed doors and looked at a new born baby sleeping in a cradle. She touched his hands and the fate lines appeared on his palm. "May you get what you deserve" She smiled and walked out. She flew up and climbed at the terrace of a building. "Let's see, what's next," She lo