Fate Rhongomyniad Novels & Stories

“It is exact.” I shook my head violently. “Bullshit Lyria, I’m married. I chose my mate. I have a child.” My voice faltered. “The idea that I could belong to someone else makes me feel sick.” She held my gaze steadily. “Your husband was your chosen mate, not your fated one. You loved him, Rhea, but fate was never consulted, In a way, you fought against it.” “That doesn't make it wrong,” I whispered. “It doesn't,” she agreed. “But fighting fate has consequences. Souls remember what they are bound to, even when people try to forget.”

she said, "is Lunareth." The cave pulsed once, as if the earth itself welcomed it. Lunareth—moon-flame. Future Alpha. Fire-fang bond. Outside the ritual room, the pack's howl again arose—not in grief, not in combat, but in reverence. And far, far away, beneath the withering branches of the Hollow Trees, Morgane shifted in her darkness, trembling hands. "She has arrived," the witch croaked. "And fate is no longer ours to command." Shadows Beneath the Moon

"Whatever is to be, we will face it together." Days become a blur of steel and shadow. Fabian takes his most awesome warriors through the darkest woods of Nightfall, noiseless as specters under the canopy above. Every snap of twig, every rustling of leaves makes jangled nerves shriek. They stalk phantasms-but the real enemy hides just beneath the surface, quiet and watching. "We are close," he whispers to them all as they stop on either side of a moonlit clearing. Ahead, a form stepped forward — youthful, untamed, eyes burning with unfathomable flame. Rylan Thorn's offspring. A living legacy of vengeance and ruin.

The nightmarish vision depicted Ronin's own essence intertwined with the monarch's fate, creating an inexplicable bond between them. Within this haunting dream, Ronin's sense of self was disoriented as he grappled with the profound implications of the allegorical encounter. The surreal fusion of his identity with the king's revealed a deeper, symbolic connection. It hinted at the shared vulnerabilities of all human beings, regardless of their social stature. The dream seemed to caution against the allure of power and pride, emphasizing the universal nature of mortality and the fragility of life itself.

The howl is repeated back several times, and I grin. There are more of them in here than I thought. Good. They know I’m coming. Rage. Bloodlust. Hunger. Kill. Must kill rogues. Leaping down over rocks. Running. Bounding. Leaping over logs and rocks. Running. Kill. Must kill. Need blood. Need to fight. Take one out, and another. One jumps on my back, sharp little teeth annoying. Roll. Rip out throat. Bat another away. Fight. Weak. Pathetic.

I heard a loud howl which made me jump. Justin snickered. “Scared? The moon isn’t even completely out yet.” Rachel cracked her knuckles. “I can’t wait to shift once the moon comes up.” I gulped. I planned on finding the treasures and getting away completely from them before that could happen. In this game, Justin was playing the role of an Alpha since we didn’t have an Alpha in our group, Rachel was the Beta, and Logan was the Gamma. Me? Well, I was still kind of…me. Lowest in rank.

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

We were not merely two wolves brought together by circumstance, but rather a fated pair destined to confront the forces that threatened our pack. The forgotten past revealed a prophecy, whispered in hushed tones through the ages. It spoke of an Alpha and a chosen one, bound by a sacred bond and destined to face a formidable adversary. The true nature of the rogues that had captured Alpha Damien was far more sinister than we had ever imagined. They were not mere outcasts but a malevolent force seeking to shatter the delicate balance between light and darkness.

It created a free pass for the fuckheads to do whatever pleased them. “The Rite of Governance was created as a backup measure for the heirs who had not been crowned yet but were rightfully the next in line. It gave them a small sliver of authority outside of the induction. The drawback to invoking it is that giving the sliver of authority creates a governing bond. It’s a watered-down version of what the King or Queen would be experiencing. My instincts told me to invoke it, so that was what I did.” Now, I saw the downside to it, reminding me of Brynn’s imprinting ability. It really fucked with her, especially in the beginning when she was not able to control it. She even admitted that she im

“Neither me nor Fenrik is fated to her.” Ryan’s head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing. “Do you even know what you’re saying?” His voice rose with every word until it filled the room. “The Moon Goddess chose her to be my mate, Rhunar. My mate. And you’re saying she’s meant for the Lycan king?” He pushed his chair back with a scrape so loud it grated in everyone’s ears, standing up with a suddenness that made Fenrik flinch. “What the hell are you saying? This doesn’t make sense. The Moon Goddess never lies.”