Hanging Gardens Of Babylon Fate Novels & Stories

Was this woman truly mad, she just shared a personal vision with me. “Your mother is a wise woman, me on the other hand. I like to mess with fate and give people a chance to choose their own destiny. That king is your future husband, a man of destruction and death my dear child. I’m giving you the chance to see through his lies and pick your own future. Balthazar is a dangerous man, he may promise to love you but that is something he is not capable of. He craves blood and power and tricked your own mother into giving you up. She is forbidden to talk of his true nature, everyone in Gardenia capital is forbidden.” She explained, picking up her cards and placing them into a bag. I couldn’t thin

At this time, Lina had returned home, she angrily went straight to her room when the sound of her parents talking caught her attention and stopped to listen even though her whole body was drenched. “ Baby, so we were right with that hypothesis, people have predestined fate and two people come together in this life because of the affection of their previous life.” “ That's right, now just need to verify with the device that the past life that you researched, our spiritual research can be said to be half successful.”

He recited the poem to Juste and Chastine, all from memory: “root of red, drool of flesh, tall as pillar stem of brown, crown of thorns, revealed on pyre leaf of green, thick of water, at one’s behest petal of white, rise of giants, at peaceful rest seed of black, depths of earth, one in all.” Maxill slowly opened his eyes. He saw Juste and Chastine’s face, who were both amazed and fascinated at Maxill’s recitation of Juste’s mom’s poem. The bloodhunt quickly flicked his finger so the two would break free from their mesmerizing spell.

When he returns to us, he says, “Sam’s going to gather the pack. Every man, woman and pup who isn’t in the dungeon will be called to assemble in the gardens outside the pack house. We’ll do the banishment and Luna ceremony at the same time.” I nod. “Sounds good. What time?” “I said eight. Hopefully the paperwork will be here by then.” He glances at Tobias, who nods but doesn’t look at him. Instead, he keeps his eyes fixed on the table beside him. “And then we can mark each other? Tonight, maybe?” Zahra asks hesitantly. Joy bursts through me at the very thought. But why does she sound hesitant? “That sounds fucking perfect, darling,” I reply. 'We need to think of a way to make this special,'

Baylee’s POV My chest ached from the thunderous pounding of my heart. I knew everything would work out—but the fear still clawed at me. The image of my parents lying dead in my vision haunted me, resurfacing every time I closed my eyes. And yet, beneath the fear, there was something else—excitement. This nightmare was finally nearing its end. My people needed peace. They needed time to grieve, to heal from the loss of those who gave their lives to protect me and my fated mate. They began fighting for us, but in the end, they died fighting for everyone they loved. Now it was my turn to protect them.

Urian didn't want to believe what he was seeing but he was sure he wasn't wrong. The string in her eyes, the pull, the smell… it was all her. He has finally found her, his fated mate, someone who is not supposed to exist was right here in his arms but she looked so… tired. ***

She spread fresh parchment, dipped her quill, and began to write—not the old prophecy but a new one, born from her will, not destiny’s chains: > “The Luna’s heirs shall not be pawns of light nor shadow. They will carry both within them and forge a path unseen. Balance shall be their crown, and their choice shall shape the world.” As the final word etched itself into existence, the parchment glowed. The sacred grove thrummed with approval, and the spirits whispered, So it is written. But even as Iris exhaled, relief washing over her, the shadows coiled at the grove’s edge, forming Lyra’s voice: “Do you truly think you can unmake fate, Iris? The blood moon rises, and I will come for them.” ---

Chapter 43 Harper’s POV A loud whistle sounded. Miss Rose told us it was for when a territory was claimed. The second one sounded. It was for when the hunting game was coming to an end. Then the third. I couldn’t think of what the third was used for because a fourth rang through my ears followed by repeated whistle sounds. It sounded like an emergency. I hurriedly stood up from the floor. My eyes darted around as my heart thumped loudly in my chest. I had to be calm and find the two moon coins which were left. After that, I would be able to leave the woods before it can get any worse. I followed the moon trails like the card instructed.

I never thought I’d feel these kinds of feelings for anyone ever again. - - - When morning comes, I gently peel my arm off Saph’s sleeping form. I don’t want to wake her. After she passed out, I stayed awake thinking. She won’t want me as her mate. This is a cruel decision made by the Moon Goddess. It would only cause Saph more pain to learn that I’m her fated mate. She is set to leave the day after tomorrow, and I doubt we will cross paths again. She never has to know.

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.