Fate Gorgon Novels & Stories

She simply stared at Ethan’s lifeless body, unable to believe she had destroyed everything. In the end, Aria was locked away, and Ethan was gone forever. All the joy she had once reveled in, the vanity and indulgence that had defined her life, had vanished like mist in the morning sun. She was left with nothing but cold, unyielding bars and an endless ocean of regret.

She stands with her hands on her nonexistent baby bump, “this pup inside me grows and is yours, you will not kill it’s mother that is unforgivable, he will hate you and take revenge if you do.” I smile at her, “yes, we will see if there is a pup inside you soon, if there is not you will die immediately,” I shrug, “and if there is, you will die after you give birth, he will not know of you, he will believe that my fated is his mother and her heart will welcome him,” I smile at her as her face turns bright red with anger. I turn and walk away, “remove that fucking mattress and give her a mat to lay on.”

I completely forgot I was still naked. “We were fighting off a group of rogues. One came out of nowhere and attacked Tobias. Sage jumped at him, pushing him off Tobias. Before we could get to Sage, the rogue forcibly marked her. He’s dead now. Unfortunately, this mark is permanent, but it already looks infected.” I tell Saph what happened, and she nods, walking over to Sage on the bed. Sage is still not talking, just whimpering, and clutching her neck. Saph gasps and covers her mouth as she looks at Sage’s neck.

She’s talking about our children. “Where are they?” Alistair demands, and his voice has gone flat and deadly in the way it does right before he kills someone. Morgana pulls a crystal from her robes and holds it up to the light. Inside I can see images like looking through a warped window, and my heart stops because there are our boys, all four of them unconscious and arranged in some kind of circle, and Anna’s newborn daughter is there too, her tiny chest barely rising and falling. “Safe for now,” Morgana says. “Though that will change at moonrise when I drain their life force and use their combined power to make myself immortal. Not the half-measure immortality that Kate achieved, but true

The Blood Eclipse is precisely twenty days away. My system remains in a state of uncalculated friction, Astrid. Every time I look at the maps of your territory, my fingers remember the heat of your skin, and my logic fails me entirely. I am a Grand Commander who cannot formulate a defense perimeter because her focus is permanently anchored to a safehouse in the foothills. We cannot allow Madox or Cassian to force our hands. Lord Gorgon’s automated weapons factory has been relocated to the iron mines near the valley's base. If we do not dismantle his supply chain, our separate internal conflicts will be cut short by an army of human machines.

"Plum Blossom Slash in a Snowstorm!" Rayden's sword moved with impossible speed, leaving behind a trail of beautiful but deadly silver light. Dozens of deep gashes instantly scored Gorga's body, sending him flying backward, vomiting blood. But the victory came at a heavy price. As Rayden focused his entire concentration on attacking Gorga, his back was left completely exposed. Wijaya, the patient serpent, did not waste the golden opportunity. He had been waiting for it. A spear formed from pure, condensed spiritual energy shot from his hands, piercing the air with a horrific whistle.

earlobe as he ended his declaration to which made me feel warmth in places that would have made me shameful under the bedsheets. Isabella saw what had happened, and started to get Leonidas out of the room, “My god of the eclipse please leave our goddess of the moon alone, she must rest,” Her words made my mate move up a bit to say in a more powerful state, “her name is not the goodness of the moon, for our daughter whom you hold is the daughter of the moon, Louise is to be known as the Cerenity of life, I am known as the guardian Vargs, and Enzo the messenger of fate. For now, all I can say is that we have a higher power that works with us to keep the balance of life at all times, called th

The others hissed, recoiled, snarled. "A child conceived under stars I cursed. Handled by hope I long since ground to dust. Lunareth." Even the air trembled at the mention of the name. She is mine," Morgane spat. "She bears what was taken. Power. Destiny. Blood. And her mother… that treacherous spark… she will bow before I slay her." Her form started to solidify, bones condensing from fog, tendons weaving through the emptiness. She was forming whole again more monstrous than ever. Less human. More ancient.

“Poetry. We require tactics. The Hollow-Blood gathers power. Wolves whisper her name like prayer. The Harbinger returns empty-handed. We do not wait for a mortal to unmake our order. We strike.” “There it is,” murmured Fate’s Lesser. “The hunger to write another Sundering in a different hand.” Oath cut across her. “Selene. Did Fate name her enemy or ally?” All eyes on me. I forced down the reflex to swallow. You will decide that… and regret it. “No decree,” I said. “No side named.” Predictable gasps—relief, fury, calculation. War straightened. “Then I will name one. She is a breach. Breaches are sealed. We send the Legion. We burn the Hollow before it spreads.”

I shiver as the electricity rolls around us, charging the air. “What did you find out?” I blink at her words. She knows something, but what? “I went to see Fate. She told me that Morgana will take her revenge on the mate she chose and me. That … That I die at the hands of my mates and when that happens, the Werewolf World will fall.” I tell her as goosebumps erupt on my flesh. She growls as she turns around and walks towards the pool of life. Her hands braced at the sides as she looks into the pool.