Fate Vs Faith Novels & Stories

"Don't say that, Alex. The moon goddess is never wrong." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I say she is." Alexander cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a tear. "She was wrong about your life now, and she is also wrong about our daughter's. No one gets to decide her fate but her. And I know she will grow up and be the greatest witch and female alpha the skyline pack has ever seen." Freya swallowed. "You don't know that." A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. "No. But when she has the strongest witch in the seven packs as her mother, and an alpha as a father, I'm sure no prophecy would stop her." He kissed her forehead.

I could feel his grip on my hand tighten. “Miss. Hazel Watson, do you take Mr. Alan Martin as your lawful husband, to have and hold to, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The priest asked me, I was all blank. All I could think about was Liam and Ruby. “Hazel?” my chain of thoughts broke from his soft voice and I looked at him. And I realized I have to say it now.

“You should know what you say to me. If you want to get out of here alive” At that very moment, I knew his mind was already made up and he was going to tell me my faith. He had already decided and he was going to give me a punishment worse than death. Somewhere in his eyes, I saw the truth lying in those gray eyes that I once admired. Those eyes were no longer the same and I hated it. “You have decided my faith, haven't you?” “Yes I have”

If we need to share strength every day, I would be up for it until they recover. I would never lose my Beta or his wolf. "Why do I always have to be on the losing end? I just did what I thought was right. But it seemed everything was still wrong. Tell me, Jace, do we have a different goddess? A different god?" He asked in a broken voice. "We can never question fate. Someone out there had a worse fate than us, but whatever fate has given us, bad or good, we still need to strive to make a better life out of it."

Then asked before I could stop myself: “What do you think about all this?” Franco didn’t even flinch. He just stared ahead, stoic. I almost regretted asking. Almost. But then, he spoke, eyes still on the road. “Fate,” he said, voice like gravel. “Fate is a cruel thing. Sometimes, you don’t get to write it. Most times... You don’t get to escape it either. All you can do is trust the process. Or be destroyed by it.”

Victor spoke before I opened it. "Before you read it," he said, "I want you to understand something. I stayed after he left. I stayed and transferred my loyalty to you because I believed you were not your father. I have believed this for eight years." He paused. "Tonight I am asking you to prove it." I looked at him. Then I opened the document. I read.

“You’re catching on. Yes, they get another chance. But they don’t remember their past lives. Each time is a new beginning.” Charlene’s mind raced. “So what about the Fates? What’s their deal?” “Ah, now you’re asking the real questions.” ReNew’s voice grew thoughtful. “There are two groups here—the ones who lead and the ones who guide souls on their journeys. The Fates are the workers, the ones who carry out destiny. Over time, their spirits pass on, recycled into new lives—either as another Fate or as a soul awaiting rebirth.” “And the others?”

In the final instant of my fall, I grabbed onto her, and the two of us fell to our deaths together. Then we were both reborn. In this life, we each made choices completely different from before. She got what she wanted, encountering the Mafia Boss's heir on a street riddled with gunfire and becoming his wife. I changed my own fate as well. Marco looked terrifying, but to be honest, I would rather marry him than spend even one more second near Luca. Vivian thought Luca was a gentle, considerate, perfect gentleman. Unbeknownst to her, marrying him was the true beginning of her nightmare.

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.