Jalter Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You can’t change fate, Lambert. You said you won’t her!” Lambert’s eyes flashed with anger. “Watch me.” In a swift motion, Lambert drew a knife from his belt and pressed it against Laurel’s throat. “Say goodbye to your mate, Earl. I’m going to end this prophecy right now.” “No!” Earl shouted, his heart hammering in his chest. “Don’t do this, Lambert. Killing her won’t save you. It will only seal your fate.” Lambert’s hand trembled slightly, but his resolve hardened. “I’m not afraid of fate. I make my own destiny.”

Their chance to reclaim control over their lives, free from the shackles of the mate bond. As I scanned their faces, one pair of eyes lingered in my mind—the eyes of a young wolf named Jace. He had the same burning intensity in his gaze that I had once seen in myself. I knew, deep down, that he would either be a brilliant success or a tragic failure. I couldn’t afford to let him slip through the cracks.

Royal or not, I was going to make sure they went through a fate that was worse than death itself. " Are you even listening to me?" I was pulled from my thoughts by Jake's disturbed voice. My fingers were tightly clenched, and slowly, I pried them open, but that did nothing to sooth the anger burning through me. He still wore that stern face.. " What if I am actually a Phatom Alpha?" I found myself asking, wearing a challenging smile. For a moment, his features softened, only to harden the next second.

The image of Aurelia pinned underneath a massive wolf, all defenseless, injured and broken, her cold skin and her tear-stained face… the emptiness in her eyes. I wanted blood. I wanted to paint the fucking sky red and avenge her. But Ysara stopped us. Told us all shit about fate and whatnot. I didn’t care. I just wanted to avenge my mate. But when she told us that she was broken, that she had a plan to fix her… I had trusted her. After all, it was Ysara. And if there was anyone I could trust with my mate’s life, it was her and her alone.

I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.

We all nod in silent agreement. Looking around the delivery room, I see all of us sharing an emotion that most of us have forgotten about since the Fated Plague took so many of our loved ones and changed all of our lives in such horrific ways. Hope. THE END Now you are probably wondering, "When is the next book?!" Book 3: Choosing Fate (Saph's Story)- Coming Winter of 2023 Consider engaging with me in places such as the Book of Faces and/or The Gram of Instant Gratification ;)

Trying to recall any details. Everything just becomes fuzzy and then dark until I wake up the next morning. I know Daya is hurt after finding out I slept with Mara that morning. She may be in denial that we are fated mates, but I’m not. And because I know I hurt her I hate myself so much. I never wanted a mate after watching my parents slowly die from the plague. After losing Calvin, I never wanted to be alpha. It feels like my life is pre-decided for me. All the big decisions that I should be excited for, are a result of fate’s twisted sense of humor. Calvin moved our pack to this region because rogues were attacking our old territory and he heard this territory was safer. How ironic. He lo

she thought. She lowered my head, not letting anyone notice those painful tears. "Cong Rong, you're a great writer, and that's why we gave you one more chance. But I think the fantasy genre is not for you." Her entire world seemed to shatter in those words. Fantasy was her life, but she had to accept her fate. She took a deep breath, letting all her anxiety out. Suddenly, a smile formed on her lips when she recalled her dad's words he once said to her.

His frown deepened, his expression turning serious. "This isn't something ordinary," he said. "It's a binding curse. A very vicious one. "It's usually used on people who are close to death. It can't transfer your luck directly to the caster, but it reroutes your fortune to others. By granting other people's wishes, it extends the caster's life. "When your luck is completely drained, and your life reaches its end, the life force that should have been yours…gets transferred to them." He paused, then looked at me.