روايات وقصص ضمن Fated, Forsaken, Fierce

------------------------------------------------------- A wolf with eyes of a bright silver white, Shall bring many packs to re-unite. But not with a lone one by her side, Thrice times the strength is needed fate shall decide. To end the terror and anguish of their reign, An unfeasibility for others who battled before in vain. Each of them has suffered pain of their own circumstance, Nevertheless a twist upon Fate was to give all a deserved second chance. Now with the strength of the trio of mortals and their differing traits,

Skin against skin, we gave into the pull—raw, aching, inevitable. Her name on my lips. My name on hers. The forest bore witness to our undoing. And in the depths of that night, I didn’t know her name. Didn’t know her pack. But her body remembered mine. And mine? I was ruined by hers. Even if fate didn’t give a damn

Before we get into the realm, we need to talk about the fates. The fates go by the names, Arantxa, Malfada and Ataturé, each having the respective role of creating the life of a mortal, Speaking good, bad and challenges into the life of the mortal and ending the mortal's life. These beings are seen as heavily ornamented females clothed in white gowns and jewelries of plain gold. Over to Abaddon the realm itself. Abaddon is a certified realm that is connected towards earth, serving as the realm of the fates. Possessing red clouds and an ugly and dead environment, it lives up to its name, "Abaddon" which translates to destruction.

The likes of me. I latched onto that phrase immediately. “The likes of me?” I echoed. “What do you mean?” He didn't hesitate as he said. “Criminals. It's clear that your hands are not clean, that you're a bad person. It follows you around, clinging to you.” Something about the quietness made it worse. The certainty again— but now it was private, a judgment sealed and delivered.

“Their parents tried to keep them safe, but there was little to nothing they could do as the final say was on the council. After lots of pleading from the Queen, they decided to spare their lives and the unborn child, but… they placed a curse on this unborn child, and banished them from the kingdom.” “The time of delivery came, and Jessica gave birth to a normal child. Her and Anomander were happy that the curse didn’t come to pass and that their love prevailed. Everything seemed fine, until their child’s first transformation after his eighteenth birthday. They expected a normal wolf, but they saw a red-furred wolf, driven by rage and thirst to kill… The curse wasn’t gone after all. It was r

Arya told her, holding some feathers and placing them in places that seemed random, but for her, it had meaning. "Yes, no problem. I'll search for her." Flora said, looking inquisitive as to what the sorceress was doing, seeing that the woman didn't say anything more she left the room. Arya didn't mention anything more, she was placing elements of air, water, earth, and fire, candles were placed to represent the fire, bowls with water were opposite to the candles, to represent the water as in an opposing element to the fire. Feathers we're representative of the air and opposing to it, we're bits of a handful of earth with a white rose on it, it symbolizes both the element of earth and the wi

Magic, physical fighting, all of that healing, and everything in between. One thing that I admired about Ziyah was that she had a fucking amazing warrior’s spirit. I had never encountered a more brutal fighter than her. I could already imagine that their pups would end up being just as fucking brutal. Hell, Blakely had the same soul skill as her mother. Not to mention that she was also of strong Alpha blood and strong Fae blood. Only idiots would cross the next generation.

She would stop at nothing to see Marvis brought to her knees, to see her suffer as she had suffered, alone and abandoned by those she loved. But even as Tracey reveled in her triumph, her victory was short-lived. Marvis and Jace, bound by the unbreakable bond of their fated love, refused to be defeated. With hearts filled with courage and determination, they fought back against the darkness that threatened to consume them, their love a beacon of hope amid chaos. And as they emerged victorious from the fray, their love stronger than ever before, Marvis and Jace knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by the unbreakable bond of their fated love.

In that moment, she was the embodiment of wrath and vengeance, a force to be reckoned with. The scene was both horrifying and mesmerizing, a testament to Freya’s dark powers and her willingness to use them without hesitation. The bandits, once eager to commit heinous acts, now paid the price for their malevolence. As they writhed in agony, their violent intentions were met with a brutal and fitting punishment.

The very air grew thick with their presence, charged with the electrical wrongness of souls yanked from whatever rest they had found and forced to serve once more. They came clawing their way out of the cracks in the earth itself, tethered to Aldric's banner by chains forged from their own despair. The ground splits and bled darkness as they emerged Forsaken souls dragged back from whatever peace they had managed to claim, their ethereal forms writhing with the agony of forced resurrection.