Fateful Day Novels & Stories

“We may need you when we all go over.” “I’ll be careful, don’t worry,” Kai replies. “When will that be, Colonel Gallway?” Radar asks. “When are we going over?” “It may depend on what Kai finds,” Dad replies. “But I’m thinking we’ll go the day after tomorrow—just before dawn on the twenty-first. That’s the day Selene said we need to be there, right?” A chill runs through my body. The twenty-first—the anniversary of The Incident. And my eighteenth birthday, to boot. Happy birthday to me. I hope it’s one we all live to remember.

My heart fluttered, for this date marked not only the calendar's progression but also signified a mere two months remaining until the inevitable culmination of my forced, opportunistic marriage. Engulfed in a cloak of melancholy, I sat amidst the softness of my bedding, the reality of the day dawning upon me with a weightiness that was difficult to shrug off. Today, amidst all its symbolism, was my engagement day. The night prior had seen me tossing and turning, a turbulent sea of thoughts churning within me as I contemplated the impending encounter with Antonio, my betrothed.

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Take, for instance, landing on Vic’s doorstep that fateful day when I become the detail for Trinity Stone. At the time, I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be, with whom I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.

So much for travelling incognito. Needless to say, my one-time fling with Septimus has proved ineffective in bringing back his mojo. And so Operation Courting Death is go. Today is D-Day, October 31st, All Saints’ Eve and the last workday before Rina would stay holed up in her hotel; her home away from home. I say a confused prayer to whoever god would care to listen (my moral compass is so effed up now) that no policeman impound the horses and book us before we can carry out our evil deed.

"There is a plot against at least four of the kingdoms, it's not safe for you to leave. I don't think I could survive if something happened to you." I sat in stunned silence. I had only met this man the night before and even with every fiber of my being feeling as if I needed him, I couldn't wrap my mind around what he was saying. "The summit will be in two weeks, until then, you remain here, where I can keep you safe. If you wish, you can return to the Water Kingdom with your father once the summit has ended." He stood abruptly and I could see hurt and anger in his eyes, "I have matters I must attend, there will be a guard outside to take you to your men once you have finished eating." A s

I asked security to escort her out. For the rest of the day, I had a nasty headache, but thankfully, nothing crazy happened again. Thank God. ****** The Smith’s mansion. (Thelma and Lisa). Thelma could not wait to tell Lisa the events of the day. She stepped out of her car and rushed into the Smith’s mansion and into her friend’s room. She didn’t care. The news she carried couldn’t wait for Lisa to wake up. Thelma began to frantically shake her friend to conscience.

The floating light orbs flickered and dimmed. Even the hounds whimpered. Every Fate bowed their head in reverence—or in fear. Destiny’s eyes flared with divine light as she stepped forward. “And let me make one more thing crystal clear,” she said. Her voice echoed with undeniable power. “The Civil War… is OVER.” She turned slowly, locking eyes with each and every council member. “Do I make myself clear?” Silence. Then a tremor of nods. Whispers. And finally… “We are under attack,” she continued, “and we must stand together. There is no room for division anymore. No space for pride or petty vengeance.”

Alan was going to be a father. "So how am I supposed to tell him? should I plan something?" Hazel asked. Ema immediately grabbed Hazel’s hands, fully entering planning mode. “Yes. Obviously.” She said like it was the most important mission of their lives. “This man planned an entire terrace date with fairy lights for you. You cannot just casually say ‘hey by the way, you reproduced.’” Hazel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Ema.” “I’m serious!” Ema pointed dramatically before suddenly gasping.“WAIT.”

It seemed as though fate itself was conspiring against them, testing the limits of their endurance and resolve. One day, as they were making plans for the future, they received a mysterious letter in the mail. It was addressed to Jace, but when he opened it, he found that it contained nothing but a cryptic message written in a language he did not understand. Puzzled, they tried to decipher its meaning, but to no avail. Little did they know, this letter would set off a chain of events that would change their lives forever.

Pearl doesn’t even remember anything about our mother. Even after the Fated Plague took away the possibility of finding a fated mate, I still believed in true love, and I found mine. We barely had time to experience our own love story, but now, the Moon Goddess is granting werewolves fated mates again. Sure, I was ecstatic for Daya, our oldest sister, when she found Darius. The five of us worked so hard to ensure that they fought for their bond instead of running from it. Daya was so scared to accept Darius for fear that they would lose each other to the plague. She overcame that fear and I have never seen her happier.