Fate Traitor Soul Novels & Stories

"I'm warning you. There is Death, but after that, there is something worse. There is purgatory, where a devilish man named Sinful decides your fate. Yes, your fate." "First," I say slowly. "Sinful is a stupid name. Second, you're Fate, which means you're either really bad at storytelling, or you aren't as powerful as everyone likes to think." Fate frowns. The expression looks strange on him. "He wants something, and it looks like you're the perfect way for him to get it," Fate muses, and suddenly, the easy smile I want to slap right off him is making an appearance again. "It does follow his namesake, after all."

Even though, by looking at his best friend’s wry face, he already knew the answer. Arissa turned around and replied shortly, "Not today, Jo ..." In an instant, her shadow disappeared into the building. Seeing her attitude, Jojo let out a long sigh heavily. He had known her too well. If her mood swing into a bad hair day like this, the best way to deal with her was… Leave her alone. It's just that, at that moment, Jojo felt a winced pain inside his heart. Betrayal. As if he has sold his own best friend.

Doesn't have the same aura as his brother. Agnes silently assessed. That's right, Ryan and Louis are half-brothers. In her youth, Mary was William Gonzalez's stealthy mistress. He is a rich and powerful billionaire. They have a child named Louis. But then William's wife found out, so Mary had to end this relationship. She raised Louis herself and then adopted Agnes. Mary once confided to Agnes that Louis was a child with many ambitions. She worries that he won't be as docile as she expected. Indeed Mary's comment is correct. After she died, Louis immediately went to his biological father's house. It was a noble and powerful family in New York. Louis is now preoccupied with his position in th

, I position the mic on my dress very well so that I can be loud enough. Few moments later, trucks come in, each truck for each supernaturals and the architects and co. Their claps dies down gradually as they see their head against a stone, they hands tied behind them, the warrior of the respective supernatural. I know devious but that's how traitors should be treated. The families of each traitor stands to their feet shocked as they wail and create a rackus. I lift my hand and everywhere is as silent as a graveyard. "They betrayed us. Simple instructions. Don't own anything without our approval, don't own anything at all. We would circulate resources. We ensured you never lack. But they did

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

Not quite the right word. The truth was, Damian had never understood Michael’s actions. He had always considered his brother immoral, debauched, and utterly lacking in principles. Even amidst wartime hardships, while the nation suffered, all Michael cared about was his lust and his drinking. He had ultimately met his end from an infectious disease he contracted during one of his reckless escapades. And with no direct heirs, the title of Duke of Hartess had passed to Damian, the only remaining brother and, much to the country’s delight, its war hero.

I was a little anxious, hoping that she would like what I had planned out for the night. “Excited and anxious. Not really nervous,” I admitted to him. I had come across something interesting in some random reading that I was doing one day. It was an old-time practice between beloveds. Fated beloveds were regarded the same way that shifters regarded fated mates – the holders of the other half of their mate’s soul. ‘Unio Animarum’ was Latin for ‘Union of Souls’ and accomplished what it sounded like. It solidified the connection between the soul’s halves, reuniting it into one. The practice used to be common, but it faded out over time.

He begins pacing again, his fists clenching and unclenching. “Mikhail can easily prove it. To the council, to every Alpha out there. He and Sophia are fated mates, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Even after their bond was severed, they found each other, and the Moon Goddess blessed them with a second chance. He knows that if it comes to a fight, he’ll lose because all his claims will be baseless, as Sophia and Mikhail are still mates. So instead…” Lucas pauses, his expression hardening. “He found another way. Someone to help him trap Sophia’s soul.”

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.

Vivien curled her fists that were placed on her lap, reminiscing the last moments with Kaiden, her older brother. "How did that happen?" Celine asked. "Your tribe getting the Crystal Beast I mean. It was not written in the books of tribal gifts." Because the Li Tribe never considered it as a gift, Vivien answered in her mind. It was considered as a curse from the Fates. "Before the Blood Stars were born, Trux Demetrius entered a pact with my ancestors along with the other tribes of Vestia. The pact created an effect to the Li Tribe. Then there was a woman whom the Trux adored." She pressed her fingertips into the leg, trying to gather the threads of the story so it would be coherent and easy