Fate Rhongomyniad Novels & Stories

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

Arham woke up within an hour and came walking in the living room rubbing his eyes. "Aww my cutie pie is up already." Madiha said and he walked towards Madiha. She took him on her lap. "Arham Shehryaar uncle is going to marry Phupi and take her away from us." Naaz said pouting. Arham immediately turned to Madiha and wrapped his tiny arms around her neck giving Shehryaar a scroning look. "she's mine." He yelled in his baby voice. We all laughed.

I could feel his grip on my hand tighten. “Miss. Hazel Watson, do you take Mr. Alan Martin as your lawful husband, to have and hold to, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The priest asked me, I was all blank. All I could think about was Liam and Ruby. “Hazel?” my chain of thoughts broke from his soft voice and I looked at him. And I realized I have to say it now.

“Our time is coming to an end.” “Who can I call on? Who can help me?” Minera gazed sympathetically at Amerie. “I am afraid there is no one left. My siblings are being hunted.” She coughed vigorously, leaving her heaving to catch her breath once it subsided. “You were given a great gift. Use it. Do not hold back. Trust what is inside you.” That new thing swelled and twisted. “What is inside me?” Amerie whispered. Minera grinned, revealing sharp teeth and a black mouth. “Fate.” She lifted her hands to bring down the ward around them.

No coming back. Kael limped forward the sole lieutenant unbroken. Her old wound had torn open again, Blackthorn steel’s parting gift, her face was hollowed to sharp angles by hunger and endless nights.“They’re deserting,” she said, voice scraped raw. “Half already gone. The rest packing gear. They won’t step through that thing with you. Madness, they call it.”Ronan’s gaze stayed locked on Blackthorn’s distant lights tiny, defiant stars taunting him across the dark. “Then they were never Silverfang.”Kael closed the distance, boots grinding ash and splintered bone. “You’re throwing your life away for her. A human who never once looked at you with want. The child isn’t yours, Ronan.”He turned t

I said. Papa rolled his eyes and shook his head with that. Selene was responsible for nothing but chaos and mayhem. She surely knew how to get her people to worship her and sing her praises though. She had our entire species wrapped entirely around her little finger that they never even questioned her. “The Goddess of Fate is the one who is responsible for that. She placed her essence in an incredibly powerful and special well which distributes that essence throughout the realms. When that essence touches two souls who vibrate at the same frequency, it creates a tether or bond. Once they meet one another, within whatever the species dictates as the time that they can sense their mate, they f

The Seer’s voice echoed from the scroll: “To bind again, both must bleed. To awaken the edge, both must fall. One shall burn. One shall break. Together, they shall unmake fate.” The ground shook. Their bond ignited. Golden light surged through them—not as lovers, but as weapons. The prophecy screamed but fate cracked. Suddenly—A howl. Far off twisted, painful. Then another closer and a whisper in the wind: “He knows.” Rhys burst into the ritual circle, blade drawn. “The King’s army is moving. Straight to us.”

Though it is. I believe I'm biting into a cherry just picked from the branch because I keep smelling sweet spring fruit in the air. My wolfsbane should have run out by now, and my rut should be done. However, the energy around the Rig may be deceiving me and bringing out my lycan traits when they should be latent until the next full moon. I'm having trouble falling asleep as it gets later because we have to leave early tomorrow. The sides of the rig are violently slapped by the roar of the water. In my head, desire is constantly shouting to be satisfied.

she fell to the ground in pain. Caluum sighed and crouched to the ground beside her "I'm slowly fading out "he expounded "Fading out?"she looked at him "you are immortal!" "I am" "Then, what are you talking about. Make me understand" "The abyss has recalled me and if Taynor doesn't sit on the throne before the next full moon, I will fade completely"

You’d think more people would be hesitant to find their fated mates, considering what happened to the previous generation, but I guess the possibility of eternal love and happiness clouds peoples’ rationality. The last two months, Vinny’s pack, The Forza Nelle Tenebre, aka Forza Pack, and Dare’s pack, The Running River Pack, have taken turns hosting full moon runs. A bunch of my pack members have traveled to these events and about fifty of them found their fated mates within the other packs. Small fuckin’ world, right?