Jalter Fate Novels & Stories

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

“I can hear you whispering from over here. You can't even stand up.” “I don't need to stand up,” Daniel hisses, his grip on my wrist tightening until I wince. “Jade wants her thirty thousand dollars by midnight tomorrow. She thinks she's going to check her bank account and see a transfer. But she's arrogant now. Arrogant people make mistakes. They think they've won the game before the board is even cleared.”

“We are fine.” Yarrow nodded, and slowly the air in the room cleared. Their arrogance surged back into their demeanor. He turned to me and forced a smile. “You had us, but we have contingencies built in for exactly this kind of scenario.” I still played dumb. I raised my hands. “Look, I am only relaying what I know. Vince and his ranked wolves are jailed or dead. Verity is dead. Garith…whoever that is, is dead.” Marcus, who was still seated, leaned closer to the desk. “You are saying you don’t know who Garith is?” He raised his eyebrow. I saw all the men sniffing the air, trying to discern whether or not I was lying.

I shook my head roughly, watching as though with new eyes as the dark-haired warrior’s steely resolve cracked so that the frail woman underneath was visible. Japhtar. The son I had with Esmeralda. A broad-backed disgrace of a werewolf without any sense of integrity whatsoever. The only thing I’d been guilty of when I banished the power-hungry rat from the Mountain city was not riding the world of the plague once and for all! It had started with the little things, the way it had with that wanton woman he had for a mother before Japhtar had grown to mash poisons in the castle orangery and tried to poison me.

END OF FLASHBACK. My life changed after Amal and I won the baking competition, my habits, my heart, my life, and everything about me transformed. I’m no longer the Afraah people know, I don’t belong behind the counter anymore, I own my world and rule it. The last five years were very hard for me, anytime I close my eyes all I see is Khalil’s image and whenever a place gets silent all I hear is the words of Rayan 'Khalil is no more' I couldn’t even sleep even if I try, sleep was something I had to learn how to do again, both sleep and live.

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.

Her wounds disappearing was enough proof that she had come around though no one knew why she wasn't opening her eyes or mouth. "What's happened to you love. Please wake up and say something." The situation was provoking Jann to curse himself. He was blaming himself for Sara's condition. Walking away without saying anything Jann teleported straight to a place where it all started, the exact place where he was created. Yes, he had recalled the conversation he had with his creator many years ago. His creator once showed him a diary of which he termed as " BOOK OF FATE". He went on and explained to him that it contained everyone's destiny, the already existing, the soon to come and those who'll

And when it meant the most. I didn’t know how to feel about him. He affected me in ways that I thought were long gone. It was frustrating. I barely even knew him! “The mating bond doesn’t regard the amount of time you know someone, Aure,” said Seraphina. “Fate is the most important thing when it comes to such a strong force of nature.” “But we rejected each other. I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t be feeling this way anymore.” Still, I couldn’t deny her truth. Colt still had this strange hold on me, stirring up feelings that I couldn’t explain or control.

that maybe I would change my mind with time But I hadn’t. I never loved Cassandra and I never will. She was just a friend, nothing more. And yet. . . since fate hadn’t granted me a true mate, maybe it was time to surrender. Maybe it was time to settle. “But we can’t. We’ve come too far to give up now,” my wolf, Wyatt, growled inside me. He had always held onto hope. Always believed she was out there, waiting to be found. But even he was starting to falter.

He said. A vein popped into my neck as he took a jibe at me. I knew who he was talking about, and my shoulder shook because it was a sour subject for me. J. J had been the friend who I often ran to when I needed solace. Though he was very much older, a four hundred years old werewolf, he didn't look like it. He was on the lanky side, had long shaggy blond hair, which he frequently did in a ponytail, and he was powerful. He stopped being my friend when Sienna died because he was the assassin.