Fate Rhongomyniad Novels & Stories

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.

Quietly, I whispered, “Wendy, no matter what comes our way, I’ll always be right here with you.” She glanced at me with a playful smirk. “What’s gotten into you today? Too much sun?” I didn’t reply. I just smiled and gazed at her radiant face, silently making a vow. I had been given a second chance at life, and I wouldn’t make the same mistakes. I would stand by her, cherish her, and right every wrong I had made. As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of gold and amber, the sea breeze carried a hint of evening’s chill.

She cried, but he silenced her with a hand. “Later.” He glared at her for a second before he turned back to Rowan. “So Amy came back?” Rowan nodded. “Her first mate killed her when she was twenty-four.” Garith’s eyes tightened. “What does that have to do with today?” Rowan smiled. “Everything. You see, Amy met her mate on her eighteenth birthday. She mated him within a month and then became a luna. She did everything she could, but she never shifted in her previous life.”

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

“Choose wisely, Rhys. Your choice will decide not only your fate, but the fate of Silvermoon.” Rhys looked at her hand, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of emotions – regret, remorse, a flicker of hope. He slowly raised his hand, his fingers trembling slightly, and placed it over hers, a silent acknowledgment of his choice. He would serve the cause he had betrayed, seeking redemption in every battle, in every decision made. His path to forgiveness would be long and arduous, fraught with peril and sacrifice, but it was a path he was willing to tread.

I inadvertently turn my head to look at Fortuna. “Huh? You mean, even the rabbit is stronger than you?” “Yes.” Just how much of a small fry are you…!? Somehow, she looks depressed from my reaction. Come to think of it… not only she’s the one I spared, but also the one that I place the grenade on. “That’s okay. I’m human— not a lion.” I told her. “From now on, your name will be known as ‘Fylgja’— you will follow and serve me as a contracted beast. Okay…?”

In the world of Dianium, a legend is being survived by those bearing the anathema given by their gods. Legend has it that out of her thirst for power, the goddess of blood, Karmi, granted her loyal worshippers the gift of the dark arts: whoever wields it will rule over another. As they grew in number, the wolf-god of flesh, Rolfus, realize it was catastrophic for humankind. He gave his followers supernatural strength to fight off Karmi’s worshippers.

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."

The alpha weight in the room grew so dense it felt as though the oxygen itself had been squeezed out of the high rafters; one of the younger maids near the back of the hall collapsed to her knees with a muffled gasp, unable to bear the raw pressure of the King’s focus. "The winter alliance demands a clean perimeter, Mei Ling," Kai Feng said, his voice a low, mechanical rasp that didn't sound like the man who had pulled me from the river mud three hours ago. It was the voice of the *Moonborn Fate* machine—the rigid, unyielding logic of a plot that required a sacrifice to move the gears forward. "A house that bleeds from the inside cannot hold the western passes against the frost."

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.