Fate Traitor Soul Novels & Stories

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.

“W…what? You can’t expel me ma’am. I…it was not my fault. I was stalked and almost violated. Those are illegal photos taken of me without permission…” “Here you go again with your excuses instead of owning up to your mistakes. When are you going to get rid of your victim mentality?” She sneered. I internally scoffed. She never called me over to listen to my side of the story. She could not even ask why I looked like a mess. As expected, my life meant nothing to anyone. I felt worthless and hopeless. Being an omega was truly the worst fate the moon goddess could ever give to me.

His frown deepened, his expression turning serious. "This isn't something ordinary," he said. "It's a binding curse. A very vicious one. "It's usually used on people who are close to death. It can't transfer your luck directly to the caster, but it reroutes your fortune to others. By granting other people's wishes, it extends the caster's life. "When your luck is completely drained, and your life reaches its end, the life force that should have been yours…gets transferred to them." He paused, then looked at me.

"But it’s her choice. Not mine. Not yours." Choice? I stared at Kael. His aura pulsed with strength and heat, but also.... genuine want. Then I looked at Jared. The man who spat tea on me. The man who raised his voice to drown out mine. The man who told me I was manipulative. Who never asked what I needed. “You’re going to regret this,” Jared snapped, stepping toward me. “Don’t forget who took you in. Who made you Luna? Who gave you a home!” My wolf snarled inside me, furious.

“Not lies. Not illusions. Truth and blood. And as long as I stand, betrayal will be crushed beneath my hand.” The cheers were slow at first, uneasy. Then louder. Wolves lifted their fists, their voices rising in unison. Fear turned to fury, and fury turned to loyalty. They were mine again. The traitor sagged against his bonds, defeated. His life would end soon enough, but not yet. He would give me names first. Every snake hiding in my pack would be dragged into the light. When the crowd finally dispersed, Cara didn’t move. She stood at my side, her shoulders rigid, her face unreadable.

He's mine and no one can take what is mine. He was the reason I remained a maid so he'll notice me one day but that Cindy girl had to come into the picture and mess things up for me. I wasn't going to leave that happen. He's mine only, and I hate to share. I'm going to have him all to myself, no matter the cost.

They would have killed him but a man in his mid forties saved him and took him in. He took care of him. He made sure Mile regained all his strength. He trained him to be strong. He taught him to fight. And only then Mile got to know that the man belongs to the Mafia. The dark side of the world. Mile could leave it if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Power.... Money.. What else one needs? He got everything after that kind man died. He gave everything to Mile. And since then his men were loyal to Mile. He met Natt during an exhibition for the business market. He was taking chances to expand his business of fruits and vegetables import export. But lost his heart.

The memories I had deliberately buried came crashing back like a tidal wave. My face drained of all color in an instant. In my previous life, I had lived in despair under the control of this demon. Luca loved the sight of women’s blood and the sound of their painful moans. He delighted in absolute submission. Even a wife was nothing more than a toy to him. On our wedding night in my previous life, he beat me until my body was covered in wounds. When I finally managed to escape back home, I had cried and begged my father for help.

he furrows his eyebrow at my words, so I tell him everything Selene told me. When I’m finished, he growls loudly at what Fate has done, not just to me but to others. Fate has always been a trickster. Playing with the lives of everyone, she is a puppet master. People blame their god for how their lives have turned out, but in reality it’s fate’s doing. She is vicious and can destroy you on a whim. No rhyme or reason. It depends on her mood.

I asked Franz, who was sobbing while holding his gun. He shook his head softly. “A traitor is a traitor, My Lord. He was my best friend in the military, but he went the wrong way and decided to defect and betray the organization that had kept him alive. I can't let the traitor live in the Black Lotus,” he said in a hoarse voice. This is why Franz became my right hand. In addition to his fighting prowess, he is personally loyal to the organization. In the history of him joining Black Lotus, not once did he dare disobey my orders.