Fate Traitor Soul Novels & Stories

He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet. “I'm asking a question!!! What's your name!!!” He yelled so hard that everyone flinched feeling a cold spine run through them. “Georgia Brooke” she replied in a shaky voice. “I, Jared Cameron, the Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you, Georgia Brooke of the blue moon pack as my fated mate.." And that was it. Georgia felt a pain coursing through her body.

A Summoner’s Charming Soul. Ban: A Summoner’s Charming Soul? What is that? Feyla: In this whole demon world, only my father had it. And now it is possible you have it too but i don't know which one is better. But that doesn't matter. Just having one is enough to make any summoner envy of you their whole life. The main reason is because those who possess this soul have three main characteristics; A unique body that can store a lot of spiritual energy, the ease of forming contracts and the most important one is the ability of charming familiars. Those who possess do not necessarily need to imagine anything, simply open the gates and nine out of ten chance the familiars call out to you rather t

Name: Soul Steal (High) Rank: S Type: active skill Usage: ꚙ (Single Target) Descriptions: If Target were inflicted with (Fear) an no longer have any willpower, their soul can be stolen and captured. "This one is a bit tricky…AoE skills, status infliction and can insta kill…no wonder [Identify] class it at Level 9 threat…too bad he got me as it's opponent..". This Lord is quite nefarious, it's skills was mainly debuff and if you were affected, it can insta kill you easily. Quite fitting as the last Lord, no wonder the Beavers stuck with him, even it's appearance alone can scare the shit out of anyone. Luckily I got (Calm Minded) as my special traits that would negate all mental ailments buff,

I snapped my chase towards him, heart in my stomach. Traitors. That word, that single word, echoed over and over again in my head. Who was the traitor, why was he telling me that? “There is no mercy. No exemption. Once you go against me, I slaughter, then leave out your body here to rot. No proper goodbyes. No peaceful rest. Your soul would wander around the world while your body?! It'll rot.” He continued, each word sinking into my skin, each word snapping my essence.

At least one positive thing about growing up in an orphanage is the knowledge that you're all alone in the world and you always know not to depend on anybody. Tristan was there for me when I left the orphanage at 18. All I had was him and Taylor. Despite the horrors I faced in the orphanage when I was little, Dylan was always my balance and the fact that despite knowing about my trauma, he still decided to cheat on me with my best friend on our wedding day. Shortly after I heard the driver's voice. “We're here ma”. I thanked him and hurried out and walked into the apartment with my miserable wedding outfit.

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.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

“What… what is happening to me?” The traitor’s laughter filled the hall again, triumphant. “Finally. The blood of fire and shadow awakens. The last of your kind, reborn in the body of a girl who never should have lived.” Killian roared, his massive wolf tearing across the floor to tackle the traitor. He slammed him into the stone wall with a sickening crack, claws digging into his chest. “You will not touch her!” But the traitor only choked on a laugh, blood dribbling from his lips. “Touch her? Killian, I don’t need to. She’s already changing. And once she does, she’ll destroy you herself.”

“It comes not from strangers but from those you hold close; family, friends, and lovers. Trust is the knife, and they twist it deep.” Jasmine growled, her fur bristling under my touch. “I am Morlun,” the voice whispered. “Spirit of Betrayal. To pass my mountain, you must decide who deserves your trust when every sign says otherwise.” I gripped my cane tighter, though my hands shook. “I’m ready,” I lied. The air shifted—. It became heavier and charged. And then, suddenly, I wasn’t standing alone on the quiet slope anymore. Voices surrounded me. Familiar ones.

When they turned and saw him alive, they recoiled. “Impossible,” one rasped. “The blast should have erased you.” He laughed — a wet, broken sound. “He did more than blast me,” he croaked. “He spoke.” The chamber fell silent. “Spoke?” another soldier whispered. “The unborn?” The Traitor nodded. “He spoke a spell. A forbidden one. A curse that struck me from inside the womb.” Sarai gasped in real time. Her knees hit the floor of the training chamber. She clutched her stomach as a wave of energy surged beneath her skin.