Fate Ozymandias X Reader Novels & Stories

the man on overall coat that Thanatos called fate keeper said as a sit automatically appeared for Thanatos to sit. " I never know any of the people that deal with fate as people that have excessive time so what are you finding us for," Thanatos decided to make fate keeper to cut straight to the chase. "you must have known the story of Erath, well i think the writer( the man called Zhang fei fei by the name he started answering after he became the master of twisted book of fate ) hasn't been truthful with you all this while but I can make that up i just want one thing from you," fate keeper said as he looked at Thanatos without minding Zhang fei fei.

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Olympias felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen as she stared at the white-clad figure from the distance. “It’s possible that this is fate. Things like these are indescribable. I’ve even suspected that we're all being manipulated by someone in higher power, as if fate truly does exist.” “Why don’t you go see him?” Jim said as he grabbed Olympias’s hand. “That won’t be necessary,” Olympias muttered bitterly as she shook her head. “It’s precisely how you described it. If there is someone in charge of our fate, it will make sure that we meet again. There is no need to meet him right now.”

Entwined beyond fate’s design. He brushes his lips over mine, his voice a whisper of devotion. “You are mine, Jasmine. And I am yours. Forever.” A smile curves my lips as I press my palm to his heart. “Forever.” And as the new dawn rises over the Obsidian Expanse, I know one thing for sure, we are unstoppable. The storm is gone. The darkness that once cloaked the Obsidian Expanse has vanished, replaced by something breathtaking. I slowly untangle myself from Ramon, our bodies still tingling from the bond we have just solidified. As we step apart, my breath catches in my throat. The barren wasteland that once stretched endlessly around us has transformed into something out of a dream.

Just imagine what she’d become if you truly set her free,’ Odeus said. With a tight gulp, I licked my lips and all I could think of was claiming her as mine. Stupid thought, but… Damn! Gritting my teeth, I rubbed my nape, extremely annoyed by the feverish arousal that charged through my body, especially the rush in my cock. Odeus and I gazed at her as one would gaze at the dew on rose petals and the sunrise and the sunset and the auroras and rainbows. Transfixed. Xanthea nervously looked over her shoulder.

When he sat, the movement was controlled, like he was trying very hard not to scare me. “I don’t have a chosen mate,” he repeated, slower this time, as though the words were fragile and he had to be careful. “I have a fated one who is you. Whether we’ve marked each other yet or agreed to anything doesn’t change fate. The Moon Goddess already decided.” I finally lifted my head to look at him and his face was filled with exhaustion, shadowed by those. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept properly in weeks. Yet he was still unfairly beautiful, still infuriating.

Brian's fingers played with my soft folds like a pianist who had finally reconnected with grand piano keys and I just couldn't stop calling out his name in pleasure. "You have no idea how long I've been dreaming of this Cindy, dreaming of having you under me like this, dreaming of hearing your moans and cries like this, yeah, just like that." He murmured. His words had my stomach clenching in anticipation, I couldn't wait to see him, all of him so I sat up and helped him out of his clothes. He was magnificent... true, I didn't have anyone to compare him to but I could identify perfection when I saw it, and I could assertively say that Brian naked above me, was well, nothing short of perfecti

"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."

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”

The other dripped shadow so deep it erased the ground beneath its feet. Both reached for me. --- The wind bent toward the fracture. Hollowflame crowned me in fire. Dorian’s hand closed harder around mine. And Fate’s whisper slid against my ear, softer now but impossibly near: “Choose wrong… and you will not survive the choosing.”