Fate Series Novels & Stories

“What do you know? Must be fate.” I start walking again. “Or I’m in hell.” I hear his intoxicating chuckle as he follows me in silence to the next class. I take my seat, almost in the back. He still sits close, but this time he was diagonal from me and out of my line of vision. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to focus in this class. I think I heard fate laugh at me. “What the hell were you and Ryan talking about?”

Afraid she might never have a chance at independence. Silence enveloped them both. Even the constant click sound from Jason's laptop wasn't heard, he was listening and Stan hated the fact, so he drew closer to whisper to Sophia and probably infuriate Jason. "You might. It's fifty-fifty now, but I promise you we will try hard You and me. Okay?." She nodded in affirmation but with less enthusiasm, Stan was sure he heard someone scoff from afar. That night Sophia lay on her bed and thought about her life and everything that had happened and even where it was headed. She wasn't sure yet where fate was leading her. But she wasn't in a rush.

She can not really describe what the room looks like as she have no eyes but she can sense that it is a blank white room that stretch on a distance. "Where am I?" she asked. "Fate hall. This is the hall where you will choose your fate in your next life," said the man. Then he continued to write incomprehensible characters. 'Next life? So you choose your own fate before you are born? Does that mean that she also choose to die in this manner?' Now that she think about it, why did she bombed herself? Oh right, she was angry. But what is anger? Suddenly, she realized she do not know a single emotion. She wonder what anger is as she recall her own memory. But she can not find an answer. She just

On the evil side, their are various species of brings, ranging from gods to demons to even fates themselves. Speaking of Fates, the fates are three beings that claim to have woven the fabric of the universe by the words of their mouth. Divided into three bodies, each having a specific task, the fates thus, write the destiny of man. One makes the destiny, one speaks into the soul and one ends the life of the owner of the destiny. The fates have been rumoured since chapter 12, only to make their first debut at the ending chapters.

He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world, "I am a Stalza. And if you know about us," he said in a funny informing tone, "if you know then you would also know that we are anything but sweet and gullible people." He finished his little speech. She could not belive him at all. She was scared with sweat dripping off from her face and tears rolling down her cheeks. She was shuddering and he was busy in boasting about himself. "He is dangerous. They are dangerous." A sudden sense of urgency wrapped around her mind as she only had two options - Fight or Flight.

the thousands voice thundered bowing there head and kneeling down in front of her. The End. This is the end of Fated To The Alpha Demon Book 1 To be continued….

Fate Fighters ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍The birth of change CHAPTER 1 Fang city_ The capital of the vampire Empire. "Run call for the physician" the chief maid who had just ran into the queen's room shouted. A maid had suddenly screamed from Zara's hall_ the queen's chamber, others came rushing in, only to meet their Queen Struggling with her breath, while gasping for air.

I thought for sure I could handle anything that fate threw my way. God how wrong I was. I was not the least bit prepared to fight off the mate bond, to will it away and focus on my rage and my sorrow, my need for revenge and a bloody type of closure. I just was not that strong. And it terrified me. I wanted to harden my heart against the bond, to not be affected, but the longer I was around Silas, the less it all seemed to matter.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.