Fate Series Novels & Stories

So possessive! To Zaybabe: Morning bitch. Ryle and I are meeting up to talk later. Why did you change your contact name on my phone? From Zaybabe: Why are you calling me babe? Okay, if that's your decision. I'll always be here for you. I love you so much. Promise me you'll only be with me? To Zaybabe: I promise. ~Ylluscion

“What do you mean?” “He’s in a coma,” Daniel said while he rubbed his temple. “The stab wounds were deep, and he lost a lot of blood. One of the blades punctured near his ribs and affected some of his organs. If your father wasn’t a Lycan, he would have died instantly.” I clenched my fists hard. “So you’re saying he still has a chance?” Daniel hesitated. “I can’t promise anything, my lord. His body is fighting, but his chances of survival are very low. Only the Moon Goddess can decide his fate now.”

Aidan didn’t have a phone, so he couldn’t even tell him about any change of plans. Why couldn't she understand that her life was in danger? At least she wasn’t a spy. He only caught the tail end of her phone call, but she hadn't even known about the rumours of the upcoming war. And since she hadn't known his name until after they’d fucked, it shouldn’t have surprised him that she didn't know he was near enough royalty in the city. The Mad King’s heir. The cold-hearted bastard who had led the vampires to victory. The shifters would never admit they had been defeated before finally calling for a truce.

Chapter 20: The Threads of Fate ARIA POV I ran my fingertips over the spot on my arm, feeling a little heat. I felt the weight of the secrets that each swirl of the complex pattern spoke, but I was unable to comprehend them. I was still plagued by the enigmatic warnings from the Moon Goddess and the vivid memories of the ambush. And now that Veyron's name was involved, I felt as if the strands of fate were drawing me closer to something that I couldn't avoid.

“I’ve been having vivid dreams, Ruin. Dreams that aren’t just dreams. I see entire lives played out in seconds—people I don’t know, places I’ve never been. I didn’t understand it at first and Halo mentioned it could be a side effect of ‘seeing’ again. But I realize now that I was seeing … their fates.” It hasn’t quite dawned on me yet that Chloe Jane is a fucking Fate; one of the Four Sisters of Fate. No wonder The Creators mated me with her… this can only mean that each of us will be mated to a Fate if they want to bring about the Wild Hunt. But what is going to be so bad that they need a literal Biblical flood to cleanse the place? Who exactly are they expecting? Just as I think this, I he

If Malrik truly lost control once again… none of us would survive long enough to see another sunrise. I also couldn’t shake the fear off. Last night had been bizarre. The chains broke. They fucking snapped. The chains that had belonged to our forefathers, passed down to the brother who inherited the curse. They were stronger than anything I had ever known, forged with silver and the blue flame of an ancient dragon woven into every link. They had held for generations. And yet, they snapped right off the walls. A cold breeze swept past me, and my wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin. Hours passed, and then-

Sourcing for these coins is one way to break the connections and restore balance to the realms. They smiled as they saw the glistening in the dark. "Oh my, you do know how to impress an old lady, Phil. How did you know we've been searching for this?" That was one thing they did, hey right, they were old. Older than I am even when they didn't look at it. The Fates were born with immortality, long before the packs were formed, way before we were glued to our beliefs but they have put everything together in the old days. It was natural for them to step aside and let the mighty creature handle things. Then, chaos was brewing, I could feel it in my bones already. I had a syringe motion that it wa

Master you come " Cynthia and Azrail both turned back when they heard a girl's extra sweet voice.They noticed some other maid and man behind her.They all vowed in front of him. Cynthia looks at the girl who is almost her age.She is wearing a blue short dress. Her hair is open and she is caked with makeup.She is beautiful but Cynthia felt a discomfort seeing her looking at Azrail with an extra sweet expression. Azrail eyes were on Cynthia.He noticed how her facial structure changed with a displeased one.

"You will answer my questions truthfully and without hesitation." She opened her mouth to curse me, but all that came out was "Yes Master." "When the Creator ordained the Fates, how many were there?" She tried to keep her mouth closed, but the order I'd given her forced the air from her mouth. "Two, there were two Fates. Present and Future. There was no need for a past because it was set and unchangeable." Both Nimue and Gwendolyn gasped. Greg nodded. "Then where did you come from? If the Creator didn't ordain a Fate of the Past, who are you?"

spine. Who were they? Immediately, my blood feels as frigid as ice. At last, I recognized them as the Fates. Suddenly, out of the blue, a powerful lightning strike occurred. Time and Destiny were in the hands of the gods known as the Fates. Despite being three, they were all one. They are the past, present, and future. They held in their hands the knowledge of the entire universe, including what had happened and what would happen. What made them decide to come see me? I squinted to see what they were doing. While the one on the left was busy knitting a complicated, enormous sock that I doubt would fit anyone—unless they were knitting for Sasquatch or Bigfoot—the youngest was clutching a lar