Half Past Fate Novels & Stories

She said. Lucas looked at Maya "No way..." "Have you been well, my friends?" She said as she looked at them. The 0 on her key turned to 1. "What? Can't I break some rules?" She laughed. "But how... Is your blood into Ethan?" Fate asked. "Well," She said with a smile "Just like Death. I made a kid with another angel in heaven, but because he was formerly human, our kid was a half-human. Thank you for being kind to them Fate and not bringing them death" She said.

She wanted to curl into a ball and cry her heart out. "I think I know what this means!" Tash jerked up her tone filled with excitement. "You guys were meant to be. Right from the beginning. I mean its fate that you two must meet here because you got married to the wrong twin, the wrong half. Its like they say, how soulmates are bonded even before their birth but somehow Ronan got mixed up and in order to fix the mismatch that happened with his half, your better half, fate failed your marriage and brought you here. To meet your real half." She said as her voice slowly resonated into Anya's ears which rose her heartbeat. "The Mismatched Half." Emily jeered wild eyed.

Flawless proportions in contrast to my pear-shaped physique. "Jack, Jack," I softly addressed my partner, yet he remained unresponsive. His gaze remained locked on her. The stunning lady in the midnight red velvet attire. I delicately grazed his hand, and he quivered slightly as if in a daze. "Olivia," he said, striving to soothe himself, and I smiled at him. "Let's head back home, my love; I'm not feeling well," I fabricated, attempting to make him leave the place with me, but his gaze had once again drifted towards her, and she was currently fixing her gaze upon him.

“But yes. They are like sports drinks. And tea.” Abertha relaxing helps me let go a little. Breathe a little deeper. I take a sip from my cup. It’s sweetened with honey. Just how I like it. “First off, it’s not Fate, it’s Fates. Plural. And they aren’t necessarily working together. You’ve got the sports drink Fate who is all about the results. Hydration by whatever means necessary. Pups, pups, pups. That’s all she cares about. But then there’s the tea Fates.”

But after you sleep, you are fine. But we don’t have time for a nap. So, please pay attention. We are aiming to be almost fully healed. Like eighty to eighty-five percent. That way, your body will use the leftover power to finish, but you won’t get overloaded. Femi nodded and focused on her body as I pushed more power into her. We waited for another minute before her eyes opened. That’s enough.

“Lexy,” the voice whispered as a hand punched through my stomach. “You should have joined me.” So that’s it huh? This is how I die, a stake through my stomach and I don’t even get to see who did it? “Wake up! Lexy, wake up!” someone yelled at me. I shot upright in my seat, sweat streaming down my forehead. Next to me stood my girlfriend, Janea. She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin.

A ripple of laughter stirred through the students. My fists curled on my skirt. Varros’s gaze dropped to my clenched fingers and he smirked faintly before he turned his back to the Hall. “But unlike fairy tales, most such beginnings end in obscurity or tragedy,” he went on, his voice carrying a cruel edge. “If you do not have control, then you have no hope. And who are the ones quickest to lose control? Half-bloods. Bastards. Accidents of fate. They may rise for a moment, but history rarely remembers them except as warnings.”

I neither confirmed nor denied it. Fitch leaned back into the sofa, eyes lifting to the ceiling as if the answer were written in the shadows there. “We’re taught that the moon’s tides don’t just pull the seas—they pull fate. The Goddess leaves a mark for every wolf’s other half. It isn’t a choice. It’s a claim.”

“This hasn’t happened. What is happening to me?” But the images kept flickering. Broken glass. Twisted metal. Aurora’s cold hand. It felt like memories. Except they weren’t his. But they felt like they were. His breath hitched. “I’m losing my mind—” Except he wasn’t. Because next to him, invisible and unseen, Fate sat in the passenger seat,her small form glowing faintly, her delicate fingers outstretched toward him. Her eyes were sad. Her voice… unheard by him, whispered,

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?”