Fated, Forsaken, Fierce Novels & Stories

The door slammed, a sound that echoed the chaos in my head. Damn it! Setiray. She was a goddamn whirlwind. A chaotic, intoxicating, infuriating whirlwind. But she was right. I was an sash*le. Cold. Distant. And now, possessive as hell. And sure as hell had no right whatsoever. I cursed Nathaniel out. If I hadn’t drunk so much, I’d never have allowed him to have so much control over me in that moment.

Time. “Marked by silence, yet born of thunder— the child who was denied her name shall carve it into fate.” My breath stills. “The beast that sleeps beneath unclaimed skin does not lack— it waits.” A tremor runs through my fingers. “She shall wander where she does not belong, rejected by blood, unnamed by bond— yet every path she walks shall bend toward her becoming.” My chest tightens. “What is severed shall not be lost— for some bonds do not break…

Another companion, gifted with a deep attunement to the natural world, added, "And see here, these passages speak of a rift between realms, a breach that could spell disaster if left unchecked." As the hero and their companions delved deeper into the text, a tapestry of knowledge began to take shape. Each passage, each symbol, was a thread in the grand design of fate, weaving a story that foretold of a formidable adversary a force that sought to exploit the delicate balance between opposing forces and plunge the realm into chaos.

Her rage had consumed her entirely, leaving nothing but a relentless desire for vengeance. The forest felt oppressive, the weight of her curse pressing down like an invisible hand. I could sense the darkness spreading, her words casting a shadow over everything they touched. It was as if the very fabric of fate had been tainted, twisted by her malevolence. Each syllable she spoke felt like a dagger, cutting through the fragile threads of hope and leaving behind a trail of despair.

“The key to understanding the mark is finding the temple that Elixir saw. If it truly exists here, it’s hidden deep within the cursed land of the Forsaken.” The Forsaken Lands—the name alone sent shocks down my spine. It was a place of nightmares, where even the greatest warriors would not dare to go. The gods had abandoned this place, leaving it haunted by the spirits of those who had lost their way. Those who entered never returned. I gulped hard, my fingers grazing the rune again. It felt heavy, like it was trying to draw me in, urging me toward something unknown and terrifying. “I have to go,” I whispered, the weight of the realization settling heavily in my chest. “If I don’t, this mark

Suddenly, Mira understood something terrifying: This is what we are. A triad. Built for this. Built for war. She and Jace sprinted after Rhett. Behind them, medics reached Risa. Mira didn’t look back. She couldn’t. Not now. Not when the bond was pulsing through her like a second skin; Rhett ahead of them, a beacon of feral dominance and unwavering command. Jace at her side, steady and sure. She was the blade between them; together, they were starting to feel like something the world hadn’t seen in generations.

Kael They don’t look like saviors. They don’t even look like soldiers. They look like corpses that refused to stay buried. The woman at the front—white hair, throat scar, eyes like winter’s edge—never blinks. She holds my gaze like it’s a blade at my throat. “Forsworn,” I repeat, because my brain can’t process much else right now. Bleeding out tends to kill your vocabulary. She smiles. Not kindly. Not cruelly.

His angry eyes pierced into mine, I receded in discomfort when he clasped my neck. "Where do you think you're going to princess!?." He yells making everywhere shake. "Please, let me go." I beseeched in tears. "I'll destroy you the same way I killed your father, the king." His grip on my neck became tighter, his eyes glowed red as I began to cough out black blood. I was suffocating, my vision became blur, all I could see is darkness taking over me. "Your powers are weak just like your father...." He whispers.

Their bodies were completely disfigured indicating the bones were broken. Finn was in his battle mode as his eyes zeroed on our enemy. I let out a ferocious roar that shook the ground as I attacked them. I used my claws to claw their dead hearts out before crushing it in my fist. They tried to use their strength on me, but my lycan’s strength was not a match for them. I was fighting three vampires, clawing and snapping my jaws at them, when I felt one of them wrap his half dead hands around me. He squeezed my body trying to crush it but before he could succeed, I grabbed him by putting my paws behind me and lifted his useless body before throwing him on top of his comrades. Then, I ran towar