Fate Ozymandias X Reader Novels & Stories

he told him. "Sure will." he told him happily. And with that I heard the door close. How could Alexander leave me in a situation like this? I'm gonna kill him. I heard Ozymandius walk towards his table, his boots making the perfect sound with the tiles. And he stopped, just where the note was placed. I peeked from the side, to see him reading the note. His hair was messy. The top buttons of his shirt were open, he looked tired, black circles dominated his under eyes.

I could always blame the dizziness later Fyre guessed. Finally, the music lifted, quicker and quicker. Here came my fate, doomed to hormonally lust after a brute, my future life as a Luna and a Fate was barrelling towards me and there was nothing I could do now. I spun almost robotically and held out my hands waiting to be enveloped by raging sparks and desire and when his firm, warm hands clamped down on mine, I let out a gasp. Nothing. No match! No match! Fyre screamed in delight and the relief flooded through me, I looked down at our hands and laughed out loud.

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

He rubbed his eyes before giving me an apologetic look. “No it's fine Edgar. I did experience what mate bond feels like. Sadly my mate died and then I got sold.” I gritted as I lied through my teeth. Owen, Claude and Edgar looked at me with a pitiful face. I just told a lie didn’t I? Why are they feeling pity for me? Deep down I wished for Damien to die, he was my first, he was my first love, the first man who even touched me. And if there was a thing like a second chance mate? I will make sure I find someone who is better off than Damien. Maybe Alpha Derrick would do. “The moon Goddess saved that exmate of yours. I swear if he was alive I would pull his throat out his body. Freya you are be

Again I silenced her, kissing her down her neck, her back arches pushing the thin nightgown into my chest, feeling the tiny pebbles beneath the fabric. I didn't want to use words, I wanted her to read me like I was before my voice. My fawn was so good at that, almost reading me better than I read myself, and now she was submitting to me, forgetting the anger she was harboring. Odessa's body became limp, her arms no longer pushing me away. My shaft is already ready to bury itself in what lies beneath these clothes.

Once again Othello's voice broke through his thoughts. "What is it now, Othello?" he asked, deeply irritated. "Yo…your fangs, my lord. They are out." Blast it all! He retracted them, spun around, and began walking away. That damned human. He must be working with Zeus. You think entertaining such thoughts would make me give in? Dream on!, just a matter of time and I will send him back to you,fuck destiny and fuck you!. you should know by now that I write my fate myself, since I chose Morgana as my boundmate you should accept her, in time you will watch me make her my soulmate.

Chapter Four – The Fire Within (Fred’s POV) The moment Drake pulled away from the hug, his warmth left me like a fire being snatched away in a storm. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable, something deep—but in an instant, his expression hardened. “This changes nothing,” he said, his voice like thunder rolling through the cavern. “You should still fear me.” I tilted my head, amused. “Should I?” His jaw clenched. His entire presence was overwhelming—towering over me, wings half-flared, shadows of firelight dancing over his sharp features. Any sane man would have trembled beneath that deadly gaze.

that maybe I would change my mind with time But I hadn’t. I never loved Cassandra and I never will. She was just a friend, nothing more. And yet. . . since fate hadn’t granted me a true mate, maybe it was time to surrender. Maybe it was time to settle. “But we can’t. We’ve come too far to give up now,” my wolf, Wyatt, growled inside me. He had always held onto hope. Always believed she was out there, waiting to be found. But even he was starting to falter.

That was what he saw when he looked at me. Not a woman. Not a mate. Just a punishment. My chest burned, that invisible thread between us flaring with pain. I took a step toward him, my voice shaking. “You think so little of Her? Of fate?” He bared his teeth, his control splintering. “Don’t speak of fate. Don’t speak of things you don’t understand.” “I understand more than you ever will,” I shot back. “You think the Moon would bind us for nothing? You think She made a mistake just because your pride can’t bear the thought of an omega being your equal?”

"Saed hasn't read a historical text in his entire miserable life. He views the old ways with supreme contempt. He is currently sitting in that dark archive looking for a string of numbers, but the answer to his firewall... is a poem." Liam’s slow, dangerous grin returned to his face, his white sharp teeth catching the light of the fire as his chest let out a low purr of dark satisfaction. He walked over to the table, leaning his large hands heavily on the wooden edge as he looked down at her work, his eyes burning with an intense, predatory pride.