Fate Is The Hunter Book Novels & Stories

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

“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!”

I leap, rip, and snarl, blood soaking my fur. Too easy. A man fires. Misses. He fumbles. I’m on him in a second. My teeth meet flesh. His scream is short. Another aims. Layla smirks. We bait him. He shoots his own teammate instead. “What the hell—” one of them gasps. “Too late,” I growl. The traitor puts a bullet in his friend’s brain—then one in his own. He fights it. Cries. But obeys.

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.

With each page turned, her heart swelled with an understanding of the delicate balance between the physical and the ethereal, as if the spirits whispered their secrets directly into her ears. Liam discovered a tome that spoke of a long-forgotten prophecy, etched in swirling ink. His eyes widened as he read about a time when the world would teeter on the brink of destruction, and a pack of noble guardians would rise to restore harmony. He felt the weight of destiny on his shoulders, knowing that the Red Teary Moon Pack held the power to shape the course of history. As the pack delved deeper into the library's vast repository, their emotions ran the gamut. They experienced awe at the intricate

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.

Pack my things, slip out before anyone could stop me, and disappear somewhere so remote that Marcus would never find me. But the journal was unambiguous on that too. *The Hunter does not abandon his prey. Once he has marked you, once he has sensed your light, he will find you. Distance means nothing. Hiding means nothing. He will come, and you will face him alone or with allies. But face him you will.* So running was pointless. I couldn't escape this fate. There was only one option left: stay. Fight. Trust that Kade's training and the vague promises of a dead woman's visions would be enough to keep me alive.

“You cannot destroy the bond, Alpha. You can suppress it, delay it. You can deny her your claim… for now. But understand this; suppressing desire will not unmake fate. It will not unmake her. And it will not unmake what you are becoming.” Her words settled over him, heavy and suffocating, crushing him beneath their weight. Hunter hated the truth of it, he hated that he was becoming undone by the girl he had bought like a slave, the girl he had intended to use for vengeance. He hated that she was winning without even trying.

Chapter 01 - Her fantasy world The devil bound the jungle from all sides. It seemed impossible to escape from there without coming into their sight. On a misty night, there was nothing but chippers of birds. Once behind a dense tree, a girl was struggling in pain. Her hands seemed to crack vigorously. The blood was flowing deep down to her knees, covering them. She couldn't even utter a word as if someone sliced her dried throat and took out her voice. Tears were flowing from her eyes like raindrops. There was no chance for her to survive further.