Jalter Fate Novels & Stories

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.

But I knew he too was also questioning all of this. “Relax, you two.” Ysara waved her hand dismissively. “Nothing is going to happen. I still need to watch you waddle around with a pregnant belly. You have forever to live.” She teased, adding a wink. And the dread in my stomach slowly fizzled to nothingness. “About Elarith?” I asked, steering the conversation in a different direction. Azrael’s face hardened. “We leave tonight.” He looked toward Derek. “We won’t be back until Ysara has completely lifted the curse and Aurelia has been reconnected with her wolf. And that’s after the Bloodmoon.” Derek straightened.

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.

“I’ve been having vivid dreams, Ruin. Dreams that aren’t just dreams. I see entire lives played out in seconds—people I don’t know, places I’ve never been. I didn’t understand it at first and Halo mentioned it could be a side effect of ‘seeing’ again. But I realize now that I was seeing … their fates.” It hasn’t quite dawned on me yet that Chloe Jane is a fucking Fate; one of the Four Sisters of Fate. No wonder The Creators mated me with her… this can only mean that each of us will be mated to a Fate if they want to bring about the Wild Hunt. But what is going to be so bad that they need a literal Biblical flood to cleanse the place? Who exactly are they expecting? Just as I think this, I he

He was in every possible way trying to reject this feeling, but there was no way I would be lying to him. Jared was a born liar. He has always told a lie as long as I can remember. The truth was never found in his mouth, that is what Margaret failed to see, she saw him as a knight and shining armor. She saw him as the man who would make her happy but he never gave her happiness or peace of mind.

The old man in front of Rupert was the vice leader of the Fate Sect, Jarvis Wendham. A few days ago, Sebastian had fought with one of the branches of the Fate Sect. He'd killed Godfrey and destroyed the Jerose branch of the Fate Sect overnight. How could the Fate Sect just let Sebastian get away with that? Jarvis had personally come to punish Sebastian on the orders of his sect leader. However, he'd met Jensen of Forte Towers as soon as he arrived in Sunway. When he heard from Jensen that Sebastian alone had killed Emil, Magnus, and the others, Jarvis had been shocked.