Romans & histoires Fate Marvel

"I don't take myself and Rylan's personal suffering very fun." Fate shakes his head at me, his closing strides toward me are ones I refuse to react to. My body is as frigid as a marble statue as he sits next to me, the bed sinking down with him. He smells strangely delightful, like walking through a forest at the crack of dawn. If sunlight and shadows together had a scent, he would describe it. "Your mate will be someone whose mate died many years ago," Fate continues, as if I hadn't spoken just before. "I might even be nice and let you choose who you would like to mark you in the end."

Huga replied calmly but his wand was already moving to send an attack. Creos smirked and quickly threw Raizel's spirit in the vortex he created, then took his halberd and deflect the coming attack. "Sorry, kid. Fate will decide your life, there's just isn't enough time." The man closed the vortex, but before it closed completely, she heard him whispered, "Chase it, kid. Chase the ordinary life you want." And then black out.

Fate had a merciless, screwed up sense of humor when it set me up with this monster, and made me marry him in a last minute forced marriage, or more like imprisonment. And my fate was crystal clear, death is coming for me…sooner rather than later.

Marvel Hayes has one rule: never let an alpha control him. As a Pure Omega and the CEO of Hayes Biotech, Marvel has spent his entire life fighting the society that treats omegas as nothing but breeders. He wants nothing to do with child birth so he created a secret serum, designed to permanently destroy his regenerative womb, the key to his freedom and he is close to success when three alphas enter his life.  Crown Prince Alaric wants an heir and will stop at nothing to claim Marvel as his bride. Kai Harrington, the billionaire tycoon and Marvel's biotech rival, wants control and will destroy everything Marvel has built to get it. And Dmitri Moretti, the gentle stranger Marve

Things were spinning out of control so damn fast, I was having a hard time catching up. “Selene destroyed her before. And now, she marked her. We don’t know what else she is capable of.” My chest tightened at her words. “We have to make sure there is no next time.” I couldn’t agree more, brother. “By killing her and every single piece of shit she has ever breathed close to. She is a threat to our mate. And she cannot leave.” Malrik announced dangerously. No signs of joking in his voice. And I knew… I just knew that if it was his beast speaking, then there was nothing to do to stop.

“Holy goddess.” Wendy’s fingers twitched in my hair. But Toya just nodded. “As I read more about spirit walking, I learned about the Mara.” Toya wiped my arm and caused me to hiss again. “The Mara?” “It means bitter soul. It’s like what you explained. A lost soul, whether they lost themselves while they were still alive, or after they died, and they wander, looking for a life to take over. If you had read more about it all, you would have been prepared.”

“Magic is not about fighting. It is about being chosen.” “Chosen?” I asked. “By who?” “Fate.” I sat back. My heart was racing. “So… you’re telling me… this was meant to happen?” “Not everything is planned,” Marella said. “Yet something’s just happen.” I laughed. This was ridiculous to say the least but I was willing to listen to her go on. “So you’re telling me that all of this is fate?” “Not all but some might be,” “Why her? Why not me? I am strong. I have power.”

The world itself seemed to tremble at the echo of what had just transpired. The hunt was done, the immediate threat ended. But the war? That had only just shifted, grown teeth in new places, taken on a new face. Because Nyxara Vale was no longer just fighting the machinery of systems and collectors. Now, she was up against fate itself—a force that shaped worlds, erased bloodlines, and rewrote the story of existence. And for the first time, fate had paused. For the first time, it was uncertain. And Nyxara grinned, knowing that as long as she bore the mark, as long as the wolf inside her refused to kneel, the war was far from over.

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.

another added. "Lady Violetta held Lord Sylvan tight in her arms, trying to protect him..." Kaelen froze, his body stiff as a board. The words hit him like a physical blow. His eyes widened in disbelief, but he couldn't shut out the voices. The words kept drilling into him. "No! Stop talking!" He shook his head, his hands covering his ears as if he could block out the truth. "This is impossible! Violetta promised me! She promised! After my ceremony, we'd hold our Marking Ceremony. We were going to be together forever!"