Fate Xover Novels & Stories

I say to him , watching as his eyes flicker with an emotion I love ; fear. “Then what are you going to do to her?” he questions me. “ I was unfortunate to marry her so…I think it is only fair for me to help her and her husband…” I spit venom when I mention Xavier. “…leave the world…Don’t you think?” I say with a smirk. “Don’t you fuc –“ my blade kisses his neck , and instantly his blood starts to flow. Rosemary’s Pov That evening

"But it's not just him. Whoever's funding him is smart. Powerful." "Then we get smarter," Xander said. --- That night, I stood on the balcony, overlooking the city. Alive. Shaken. But not broken. Xander joined me. "Do you believe in fate?" I asked. He was quiet for a moment. "I used to think fate was just an excuse for bad timing. But then you walked into that club three years too late, and somehow it felt exactly right." I reached into my pocket. The old Polaroid. "They want me to remember something."

“Your fate, your bond with Xander, it was all manufactured. A carefully constructed lie.” I shook my head. “You’re lying. Stop lying. I didn't listen to you the first time and I certainly won't listen to you nor believe you now.” “Am I?” His fingers trailed down my neck, his touch cold and possessive. “Or have you ever truly questioned what’s been forced upon you?” I struggled, my breath coming faster. “Xander is my mate,” I spat. “Chosen by fate. Destined.” Zerathos tilted his head, his smile never fading. “Destined? By whom? The Moon Goddess?” He leaned closer, his breath like ice against my skin.

END OF FLASHBACK. My life changed after Amal and I won the baking competition, my habits, my heart, my life, and everything about me transformed. I’m no longer the Afraah people know, I don’t belong behind the counter anymore, I own my world and rule it. The last five years were very hard for me, anytime I close my eyes all I see is Khalil’s image and whenever a place gets silent all I hear is the words of Rayan 'Khalil is no more' I couldn’t even sleep even if I try, sleep was something I had to learn how to do again, both sleep and live.

It was about us together. "Show me," Xavier said quietly. "What?" "Show me the threads. The futures where I win." I closed my eyes, let my awareness expand. The silver light bloomed behind my eyelids, and suddenly I could see them, thousands of possible futures, branching and splitting like infinite paths through a forest. Most ended in blood. But there, one thread, thin and fragile but luminous. Xavier standing victorious over Aurelius's broken body. Wounded but alive. And beside him...

He was happy that his sister had gotten over her hatred for Rhea and he knew that with her on his side now they were going to defeat Calistè. Xavier ran on and on until he got to where they stood facing off each other. It was a horrific sight. Hundreds of dead bodies of Lycans and werewolves littered the floor and initially, Xavier tried to be careful not to step on any but it was literally impossible seeing that they were everywhere. They walked over the pile of dead bodies on the floor up to where Rhea stood some meters away from Calistè and Xavier hugged her immediately. “Are you okay Rhea?” Xavier asked assessing her.

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”

The air was thick with despair, and the ground cracked under the weight of his power. I stood amidst the confusion, my body aching, my magic nearly spent. Xander was asleep beside me, his breaths weak. Ryder knelt a few feet away, his hands glowing slightly as he tried to shield us from the storm. Around us, the remains of our friends lay spread, some hurt, some gone. ​ I felt a rush of anger and sadness. This was not the world I had envisioned. This was not the future I wanted. But I realized then that fate was not a road set in stone—it was a choice. ​

Chapter Nineteen Chapter Title: I Don’t Know If I Can Ever Forgive You Fred’s POV I stood by the window, watching the clouds move slowly across the sky. My heart was heavy. The world outside looked calm, but inside me, everything was falling apart. I didn’t feel like a prince. I didn’t feel like anything. I just felt… broken. My father was still lying in bed. He hadn’t opened his eyes. The royal healer said his spirit was weak. That he was holding on, but barely. I wanted to believe he would wake up, but a part of me was scared. What if he didn’t?

But the answers we found weren’t comforting. “Read this,” I said, sliding a yellowed scroll toward Eva. She took it, her eyes scanning the faded script. Her lips moved as she read aloud: “When the threads of fate unravel, the lost shall rise, and the shadow of the divine will seek dominion over the light.” Eva leaned back in her chair, her expression darkening. “This keeps getting worse, doesn’t it?” I nodded, closing the tome in front of me with a heavy thud. “It’s not just about the mate bond system. The balance the Moon Goddess mentioned—there’s something older tied to it. Something dangerous.”