Fate Is The Hunter Book Novels & Stories

The God of Fate was following the destiny of life, she only writes what is just and reasonable, one of the most powerful and revered individuals that no one wanted to defy. Although she already knew that she might not find anything, Zane continued on skimming through the empty pages until she reached the last part. It was as if she was imitating how a person would read a book. As if she could see a dot of ink when in fact everything her eyes landed on were slightly worn out pages that had their edges tinted with black. Like the curse. Just before she closes the book, a piece of folded paper suddenly fell from the pages and landed on the floor.

“I’ll watch over you then, and when you are finished, we will commence summating our marriage,” Xuanlu said, leading. Blake three sat up and began his cultivation, drawing more and more of the Power of Faith into him. It became apparent that Lucy could no longer cultivate as the Power of Faith began to be drawn towards Blake. She then slowly got out of bed and went to wash the sex off of her body. When she finished, she observed the sitting man before her, and a wave of pride hit her. This was her man now and should hold a place with her people. I’ll declare him as the new King of the Fallen. I also will be bringing in an heir to my people. Lucy proclaimed with determination and then held on

It was depressing but also sort of romantic in a morbid kind of way. I glanced back at the man sitting at the table across from me. I can't imagine being linked with him forever. I really hope fate knows what it's doing, giving me this man as my soul mate. “Yes, I will be friends with your twin sister. It is fated.” He scowls at me. “You aren't even a Shifter, why would fate want you to be friends with my sister?” Now it’s my turn to scowl back at him. “What does that have to do with anything? Everyone has a fate Mr Kane, regardless of the circumstances of their birth. When I look at someone, I see the threads of their fate, not their species.”

I could feel his grip on my hand tighten. “Miss. Hazel Watson, do you take Mr. Alan Martin as your lawful husband, to have and hold to, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The priest asked me, I was all blank. All I could think about was Liam and Ruby. “Hazel?” my chain of thoughts broke from his soft voice and I looked at him. And I realized I have to say it now.

He brought me all kinds of tasty snacks over, one after another, but I did not respond at all. Finding the hospital too dreary, he snuck me out and took me to a shop where I was fitted with the white hearing aid I now held. He was the one who drew the rice field and little fish patterns on it. Clearly just a child himself, yet he clumsily put the hearing aid on me and promised with a solemn face. “Helen, I’ll protect you from now on.” “Our tutor said your name means light—something bright that guides people in the dark. He said light never disappears, no matter how dark it gets.”

In the final instant of my fall, I grabbed onto her, and the two of us fell to our deaths together. Then we were both reborn. In this life, we each made choices completely different from before. She got what she wanted, encountering the Mafia Boss's heir on a street riddled with gunfire and becoming his wife. I changed my own fate as well. Marco looked terrifying, but to be honest, I would rather marry him than spend even one more second near Luca. Vivian thought Luca was a gentle, considerate, perfect gentleman. Unbeknownst to her, marrying him was the true beginning of her nightmare.

For a brief second, I let myself forget why I was here. Then I took one step forward and I slipped, and then I collided with solid, unyielding muscle. I froze. A strong arm reached around my waist to steady me, and I froze. Slowly, painfully, my gaze lifted. Chase Hunter stood in front of me, shirtless, water trailing down his chest and clinging to his skin like it belonged there. His dark hair was damp, pushed back carelessly, droplets sliding from his jaw to his collarbone. His eyes met mine and his expression darkened instantly. The faint curve of his mouth disappeared, replaced by a look of pure revulsion, hatredl flaring in his frosty grey eyes like a sudden storm.

Current time: 7.32 am. It’s been ten hours since the ‘hunting ground’ started. After I take in place of Nightwalker, I have been watching while standing just right outside the borderline of the hemisphere. I thought I could find ways to help them escape, but I gave up that thought afterwards. Even if they escaped from the ‘hunting ground’… what then? I soon learnt from Forsjá that there’s no way to destroy nor get into the ‘hunting ground’. Because the ‘hunting ground’ is meant initially to trap their preys without allowing them to escape.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

After deciding, everyone split up to find materials to build a house. Waiting for everyone to leave, Marina now looks at the remaining debris of the house, she sits down on a tree that has fallen due to the rain storm, while looking at the burned house, she mutters: “ Is there such a coincidence in this world? A girl with the same name and face as me. And where is this? Cancal, a kingdom that I've never heard of, even when I went to school, the kingdom of Canal is not mentioned in the book. What about the other memory lines, the other girl too... Maybe... could that girl ever be my previous life? If not, how could there be such a coincidence?”