Fate Gudao Novels & Stories

I turn away from Chepi and curl into a ball, closing my eyes and listening to the tree's words in my head. The Gud species is, as you suspect, descended from the original God, Forradd, who had great powers. He could change forms, manipulate the earth, and even time itself. Now Forradd was desperately in love with Sanju, the original goddess. I laugh a little. It kind of seemed like everyone's problems could be chalked up to loving someone.

He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet. “I'm asking a question!!! What's your name!!!” He yelled so hard that everyone flinched feeling a cold spine run through them. “Georgia Brooke” she replied in a shaky voice. “I, Jared Cameron, the Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you, Georgia Brooke of the blue moon pack as my fated mate.." And that was it. Georgia felt a pain coursing through her body.

Be a good boy and invite her. He let out a sigh of exhaustion. Putting his phone down, he again picked it up when someone named 'Fav' called him. ??: Shaoqing! Shaoqing: How are you, Luli? Luli: I'm doing great. What about you? Shaoqing: Nothing good. Nothing bad. Letting out a laugh, she commented. Luli: You're always like that. Shaoqing: You know me, of course. Luli: I have good news for you. I'm coming back from abroad.

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.

“I thought about what you said the night we were finally together. Gabe, it is fated. So we will accept fate and move on together.” “Well, here is to fated love.” He kissed her hard as he spun her around. The two began planning that night. Everything was going to be okay for them as long as they had each other.

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here 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.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

“What do you know? Must be fate.” I start walking again. “Or I’m in hell.” I hear his intoxicating chuckle as he follows me in silence to the next class. I take my seat, almost in the back. He still sits close, but this time he was diagonal from me and out of my line of vision. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to focus in this class. I think I heard fate laugh at me. “What the hell were you and Ryan talking about?”

I quickly threw the contents of the jar onto him, catching him by surprise as he spun around to see me. I was not certain what to expect to see when my eyes finally rested upon his features, but I was sorely disappointed. Sure, he had height on him, but he was nothing special. Ziyah had shared with us what the Fae Gods looked like. Those three were very easy on the eyes. They had nothing on my mate, but nobody did. “Hmm. Not sure what I was expecting from a God,” I said, trailing my eyes over him. “Definitely nothing like those three Fae hotties. I suppose not every God is created equal though.” I shrugged my shoulder.

But the answers we found weren’t comforting. “Read this,” I said, sliding a yellowed scroll toward Eva. She took it, her eyes scanning the faded script. Her lips moved as she read aloud: “When the threads of fate unravel, the lost shall rise, and the shadow of the divine will seek dominion over the light.” Eva leaned back in her chair, her expression darkening. “This keeps getting worse, doesn’t it?” I nodded, closing the tome in front of me with a heavy thud. “It’s not just about the mate bond system. The balance the Moon Goddess mentioned—there’s something older tied to it. Something dangerous.”

Not quite the right word. The truth was, Damian had never understood Michael’s actions. He had always considered his brother immoral, debauched, and utterly lacking in principles. Even amidst wartime hardships, while the nation suffered, all Michael cared about was his lust and his drinking. He had ultimately met his end from an infectious disease he contracted during one of his reckless escapades. And with no direct heirs, the title of Duke of Hartess had passed to Damian, the only remaining brother and, much to the country’s delight, its war hero.