Ill Fated Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

********** RILEY********** I woke up again in the tiny bit of space called a prison, I always dream that one day a prince charming will come and sweep me off my feet but again that only happens in movies. “Riley, is he not coming today?” Josh asked. He was a nine year old kid whose mother died not quite long but was surprisingly taking it good. He is right. He ought to be here by now, telling us what our punishments will be and dishing them out.

“Seventy-two bitches, and you still don’t know if any of them is the white wolf.” I shift slightly in my chair. He’s right, and I hate it. We’ve not managed to get answers from any of them, and I’ve failed him. Ceraon snarls in my mind as he paces, agitation thrumming through the bond. “I want more,” Illian growls. “Get me more.”

Professor Callahan paced slowly before us, a stack of files in his hand and his eyes sharper than ever while Zella and Bryan stood behind. “Ian Lowell,” Callahan began, voice calm. “Confirmed traitor. Communication traces, elixir use residue, and matching claw patterns found in the rogue attacks. He’d been feeding them intel from within.” I inhaled sharply, the truth hitting harder than expected. I’d known Ian was off, but part of me hadn’t wanted to believe it. Not after all the casual conversations and teasing smiles. That was all it had ever been—harmless flirting. But now, I felt sick.

How did I get so lucky, and yet so unlucky? Ash had been searching for close to three weeks for Baku and his pack. He was getting frustrated and impatient. They had held off feeding for a week when he thought they were close to finding him, but they’d been duped again. Baku disappeared every time they seemed to get close, now it just felt like a wild goose chase. “We’ve been searching for weeks; there is no sign of him. I’m hungry, tired and getting angrier by the day!” Billy groaned as he paced in the living room of their bungalow house.

That we were two peas in a pod and that if one of us went somewhere, the other was sure to follow. The most intoxicating scent of honey and vanilla wafted to my nose as I reached the stage. My wolf started running in circles excitedly, and I knew what the smell meant. My mate was somewhere nearby. "Mate," I whispered, and the word echoed beside me; turning my head, I noticed that the scent of his mate had also entrapped Milo. What a coincidence that we should find our mate simultaneously on such an important night.

He attempted to step away from it, but he couldn't because it kept on following him. Then I remembered what I had seen at the garden's entrance before we entered. Debitus constitutus promissio(Debt Establishment, promise.) It was written in block letters and a language I didn't know I could comprehend until now. No one was able to read it, not even Maya. Aiden had vowed, and he wouldn't escape from it until he fulfilled his wish or until he was dead. He clasped the sword, and his eyes bored into mine. “I'm sorry,” He muttered.

Fortunately, she also released my palm before looking at the food I gave her. I suddenly felt scared upon talking to her so I didn't last long and left. Before I could finally get away, I heard her say that word again. "Ill fated." I still remember that a random woman also said that to me before when I was eleven years old. She purposely grabbed my right palm just to see my birthmark clock on it. She keeps telling me that I am ill-fated which means I am destined to fail or have bad luck. I just tried to ignore it until I got to the apartment. I am the only one who will make my own fate for myself and no one is in the position to tell me whether I ended up being ill-fated or not.

My body started to feel weak, my eyes felt so heavy, I struggled to keep them open. "So the poison is finally taking effect...huh?" I collapsed onto my knees. "Mom...Lucas...Jay...right! Where is Jay? Is he alright? Please be alright," I prayed. As I fell to the ground, I saw him! Jay! Through the crack, I watched as Jay ran towards someone.

REVELATION If you are reading this you must be of age already, blossoming into womanhood, and I'm sorry to say this but, your father and I are most likely dead. I know you have so many questions about yourself and your true family. But before I begin I want you to know that your father and I really love you and we did what we did to protect you. You will understand it all very soon. You are Zia Lothbrok, born on the ninth day in July to Abel and Celeste Lothbrok. You have no siblings. You are a fae or fairy, anyone you'd wish to call it. I'm sure you must have grown up believing these things do not exist. But they do. It's who you are.

It was a purpose, and for the first time in her life, Mira Ellan believed— Maybe they weren’t cursed. Maybe this bond— This impossible, forbidden, fated triad— Might be the only thing powerful enough to save them all.