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“…Even if that’s true, and even if my master had zero talent for swordsmanship…… I would still choose to stay with him instead of you.” Hearing that response, August made a despising look at Night Fury. “Just shut up and—” The moment he extended his hand for Night Fury— I noticed that my right hand was reaching for the hilt of the Black Sword. “Aug— lookout…!” THUNK!!! My body did a quick drawing horizontal slash— August immediately received the blow by blocking with the scabbard of his Crepresculum Ignotum. There’s no way I could pull off such a move. It must be Night Fury— she’s controlling my body…!

if you eat that leaf you can exchange soul but than max you die anyway because of disease too and it my job to maintain balance wait you are goddess of fate because of you I suffered and now you telling me I can't exchange soul what kind of fate you write you are monster I can only write possibilities,way and results and rest is you decision and you can write your own fate bu move forward but you didn't even try and nothing changed that all your doing it my job to maintain law and stray neutral. I don't have any right to give someone special treatment even if thousand die but I am here to bless you with power to heal any injuries you can only heal 20 people if they near death and based on y

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.

No living thing will stand and live. I watch the witch as darkness swirls in the left arm before a shining orb materializes in her hand. She walks and whispers, nearing the dark orb in the palm of my father. I watch the droplets materialize and move from his palm and into the orb. The moon turned red again. She goes silent and looks up her eyes turning into different shades, and instantly stops.

I could not. Because he might be right. My mother’s visions. The barrier. The meadow. My father waiting on the other side. Victor surviving twenty-one years in the Outlands. The Wraith bells. Emberfall. Seraphina. Ronan’s bond. Lucian’s bargain. The path that should have been impossible and somehow kept opening just before we reached it. Maybe fate had been cruel. Maybe fate had been careful. Maybe both.

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

I kissed her lips and took a few steps away since we had no idea what was going to happen. Her neck and shoulders rolled. I winced when her claws pierced her palm. Her arms hung loosely by her sides. “Fuck. It’s so warm,” she murmured. At first I was worried, but a smile tipped her lips upwards because of what she was experiencing. A very faint blue glow encompassed her hands. It appeared to be working thus far by opening her blood up to the air. That was good to know because it meant it would be much easier to use no matter what the situation called for. If her hands were tied behind her back for example.

Fenrir POV. “Long time no see, my love.” Fate drawls with a wave of her hand as she transforms into her true form. Like Karma, her golden skin glows, the ancient symbols etched black into her skin, her long black straight hair flows around her. Simple gold rings on each of her fingers connected with delicate chains to bracelets on her wrists. Her skin bare only sheer fabric covers her breasts and mound. Gold chains around her flat stomach. Walking bare foot towards me, her white eyes shine as she looks at me.

As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of gold and amber, the sea breeze carried a hint of evening’s chill. I clasped her hand, feeling the solidity of a promise in my heart. This time, I wouldn’t let her slip away.