Fou Fate Novels & Stories

The sky started getting bright and it was dawn already. "I will stop you," Lucus said as he looked at his book. "What are you thinking, Death?" Fate said as she looked at him "Don't do something that you might regret." Lucus looked at her, his grey and his hair peach. Fate looked into his eyes "You are right, I am the end. So I'll decide who's end I will be" He said and disappeared among the black clouds. She stood watching the skylight grow brighter "Not good"

He introduced and I smiled at them. “Hello I am Hazel Watson.” they all passed a warm smile, except Ruby? What's wrong with her expressions? Well nevermind. “Let me introduce you to my college time best friend. Come with me.” he again dragged me, this guy can't he walk Normally? We walked towards a corner where I could see the back of a tall guy who was busy on his phone. “Alan” Liam called out and he turned around, is he for real? He looks like a piece of art. Ok I should not Simp over my Fiance’s friend.

He's mine and no one can take what is mine. He was the reason I remained a maid so he'll notice me one day but that Cindy girl had to come into the picture and mess things up for me. I wasn't going to leave that happen. He's mine only, and I hate to share. I'm going to have him all to myself, no matter the cost.

A low, approving growl rippled through the crowd. “This year,” he continued, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back, “we do not just celebrate the turning of the year. We celebrate a new beginning for our pack. We celebrate the Moon Goddess’s gift, the completion of my soul, and the arrival of your heart. My Fated Mate. Your Luna, Angela.” He didn’t shout the last part. He let the silence hold it, let the words sink into the cold, still air. Then, as one, the entire Shadow Moon Pack threw back their heads and howled.

“Oh, thank God.” A beat passed. Then Aurora lifted her head, her eyes burning. “Someone is trying to kill me.” “Yes,” Fate said simply, as if they were discussing the weather. “I’m aware.” Aurora stepped forward. “Who? Who is it? Tell me.” Fate’s smile dimmed. She shook her head slowly. “I can’t tell you that.” “Why not?” Aurora demanded, voice rising. “Why can’t you tell me who is trying to kill me?”

She didn't know who he was, she had never met him before but she knew right there and then that he was her mate. She didn't admire his features for long as she immediately moved away when she heard him call out. “You…” Fear immediately gripped her and she stood straight. She bowed immediately and apologized. “Forgive me, I… it wasn't intentional”. She quickly explained but he remained quiet. 'how is this possible? The moon goddess said I didn't have a fated mate but I'm very sure I feel the mate bond with her. Did she really give me a chance'? He thought still looking at her trying very hard to hide the shock he was feeling.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

The Festival of Fools The palace was awe-inspiring, its golden minarets climbing up towards heaven. I flew overhead, circling above the party, hidden in the night’s darkness. Below, humans danced under the moonlight, their laughter a symphony of ignorance. Nobles in dazzling gowns and luxurious robes filled the courtyard, cheeks stained with wine and indulgence. But my gaze found only one. Prince Fred. He wore silver-trimmed armor, his dark locks framing a face carved with quiet strength. Unlike the others, he was still, unreadable. There was something in his eyes—something that made the fire within me coil with curiosity.

“Why is it Fated One?” Rebecca explained, “The fates are the writhing gods of chaos and tricks. The fates like to play a game and bet with their so-called thread of life, yet none seems to know the thread of the Fated One, they made a bet that she would succumb to her destiny and change the fates of the world. However, they weren't all unfair, they gave her a mysterious weapon to aid her. The whip-sword." Lucinda held the container of the whip-sword away from herself as if she was holding a dangerous serpent.