Jalter Fate Novels & Stories

I soon learned werewolves were hunting down witches, thinking we had cast some kind of spell on them. The Fated Plague killed tens of thousands of werewolves, and as a result, just as many witches were hunted, wrongfully accused, and killed as well. My mother tried to reason with our pack; she was a witch after all, and our father fell ill to the Fated Plague. Why would she want her own mate to die? I learned then that people don’t see reason when all they want is revenge.

He told him. Conrad hummed. "Finn, Park, Max, Harry, you guys go home and take a rest. It's late and tomorrow you have to attend activities too". He turned to Finn but before he could answer... "They....They are free tomorrow. No Sotus. They have to resume on Monday". Jasper said again, gulping a lump in his throat. He was scared of the Alpha . Conrad turned to him with some judging gaze before he sighed. He was calm now.

When Jersustes began to sing, Igor feared for his brother. “Jonathan! Jonnathan: “ It looks like today will be my turn! Igor: “ No! We can find a way! Jonnathan: “ How? “ We have nowhere to go! “ Kataleya said, approaching. Jonnathan: “ We were forty, now we are twenty-four! Tomorrow will be twenty-three, because I won't be here anymore! Igor: “ I'll lock your bedroom door, we'll seal everything around the windows! Kataleya grabbed his shoulder: “ None of this will be worth it! You cannot fight the soul of a black sorceress.

Alpha Jerry the Great managed to evade retribution, and people undermined my authority because of this. Fate had its way of playing tricks on me. I was fated to the daughter of this traitor. The first time I visited their city to bring Jerry to justice in a peaceful manner, without hurting the innocent wolves aligned with him, he disrespected me. He mocked me in front of his weaklings. I could destroy his whole city, but fate was cruel. My wolf chanted MATE! MATE!! MATE!!! when I saw his daughter. My heart raced, and I fell in love with her that instant.

"I don't take myself and Rylan's personal suffering very fun." Fate shakes his head at me, his closing strides toward me are ones I refuse to react to. My body is as frigid as a marble statue as he sits next to me, the bed sinking down with him. He smells strangely delightful, like walking through a forest at the crack of dawn. If sunlight and shadows together had a scent, he would describe it. "Your mate will be someone whose mate died many years ago," Fate continues, as if I hadn't spoken just before. "I might even be nice and let you choose who you would like to mark you in the end."

After all, no one could be certain about fate. He recalled Chandler Lennard, an elderly master of luck and fortune whom he had met at Mount Wintry in Eastcliff. Chandler had been dependent on the cycle of fate in order to meet him at Mount Wintry. Also, it was he who had solved Charlie’s fate-related problem to enable him to rise like a phoenix from the ashes. The elder must have had a better understanding and insight regarding the cycle of fate. Unfortunately, the elder was far away. There might not be any opportunities to meet up again.

Shoeless, he was and as sight rolled up, behold John, the one the fates desire to eliminate. "The effort you put in killing me!" Why don't you three put the same effort in making the world better, or writing better destinies for people!" He gestured with his arms in details. "You fear me for one, I was meant to dethrone you from your throne of all glory!" "Don't drown yourself in glory yet! Victory isn't yours dear creature!" Malfada, the fate who occupies the middle throne descended slowly. Her flares continually emitting and flowing backwards as she moved down, towards John.

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”

“My son, Jairo Vitale will be my successor. The future King of the Vitale empire.” Those words hit Jairo like a stone dropping inside the water. He didn’t want a throne built from blood and hate. While the room erupted in applause and men saluted him, his heart pounded in full panic. The title didn’t excite him, it terrified him. Because the higher he climbed, the more danger Jayden faced. If Salvatore could erase one son without guilt… what stopped him from removing another? After he was finally freed from the suffocating ceremony, he took heed of his mother's advice many months back to meet Moretti.

"If you want I can reject you now and you can find your second chance." "What?" Dylan again tried to grab my arm and I dodged, I knew that the closer, the more touching, the stronger the bond would get and I didn't want that. "If you do this, you will die!" Fate was a jerk, who would not accept being challenged, if someone rejected his first chance, then he might find his second, but if for whatever reason there was one more rejection, then that person would die and there was no known case where anyone had survived.