Novel & Cerita Fate Series Visual Novels

THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE. BOOK TWO WILL BE A STORY WITH THE POINT OF VIEW OF RYAN. BOOK TWO: FIGHTING FATE

Hopeless, raw, and cold. “You can’t stop fate.” I felt like I’d been slapped. He turned away, pacing the floor. “I’ve seen how this ends. Every time I close my eyes, it’s the same. Blood. Fire. You, lying in it. And I can’t stop it. I don’t know how to stop it.” “You don’t believe in fate,” I whispered. He paused. Then said, “I didn’t. Until I found out I was theirs.” The Voronin’s.

After a brief pause, I still refused outright. "They don't deserve it." The bloody path I fought through in my last life was something Mona should walk herself this time. Jonah smiled faintly. "You and your sister really are different." With that, he went upstairs. Watching his back, a dead memory stirred. In the flames, I seemed to see that same figure running toward me. Or was that just a hallucination before death? Early the next morning, I received a notification that a large sum of money had been transferred out of my bank account.

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.

However, life had other plans, ones he never saw coming. One exhausting evening, as he dragged himself home, his phone buzzed with a notification. It stopped him in his tracks. Aria was live streaming. Confused and weary, he opened the video. On-screen, Aria stood in a plain white dress, her tears brimming and her expression vulnerable, like a lost kitten.

“You speak as if you expect my help.” “You are the only one who can help,” Isabella said directly. “Jane is your niece. She carries the Hartess blood. And whatever your family may be…” She hesitated for a moment. “We do not choose the people who become our family. But we always choose whether we will remain part of their lives.” Some men are used to getting everything they want. They take by force, by charm, or by wealth, but they always take. Damian Hartess was one of those men. But this time, he had to hold back.

“I don’t want power. I don’t want fear. I want someone with warmth. Someone who’ll see me, not just claim me. My mate has to have a heart, not one that’s locked away behind walls.” Rainey studied me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. Then she sighed and gave a small shrug. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe the Goddess won’t pair you with him. But still…” She glanced back toward the fire, where a ripple of voices rose louder, “…sometimes fate doesn’t ask what we want.” I felt the weight of her words press against me as I turned my gaze to the clearing, my stomach knotting tighter. Because deep down, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to find out what fate had in store for me.

The fight was finally over, and the sun was dipping low behind the trees. The world was quiet—but not in peace. Just… in pause. I hadn’t eaten. Hadn’t slept. I hadn’t had a drop of water in nearly twenty-four hours. We’d fought from four in the morning straight through until now—7 p.m. The ache in my bones didn’t feel like exhaustion anymore. It felt like permanent damage. We’d lost twenty-five warriors today. Three of them were mated. None of them had kids. That was the only mercy we got.

{Third person's pov} it was a Sunday morning, Hazel woke up and found the bed empty she frowned and wore the silk robe of her night gown and walked out of the room. the living room was empty too, she frowned and made her way towards his study, she opened the door slowly just to witness him doing something on his laptop. "Good morning," He said with a smile as soon as he saw her entering his study, "Good morning, husband." She whispered and lazily walked towards him.

If it was a battle of swords, they would have fought it but it was a battle of fate so they were waiting anxiously. In each person, there was a measure of good and bad, in everyone's fate there was fortune and misfortune. However, for Devlin and Sarah, both the misfortune and fortune was this love...which was cruelly torn apart by fate. (Book 2 of the fate series coming soon! Stay tuned. Follow me on social media as @her_bleeding_pen for more updates. I hope you like and enjoy the novel! Please rate and write a review on my goodreads page. It will bring me great pleasure to read your reviews! until Sarah and Devlin meet again, until we meet again, dear readers!)