Jalter Fate Novels & Stories

She had gifted me another mate, though in truth it was just another curse. I had been given mates before, but it always ended the same way. They died. Whether their death was at my hands or from some human ailment made no difference. Nyx had a twisted sense of humor, always offering me a mortal mate. This one was no different so far as I could tell. After the mess the hybrid had created warring with the fae, there was no way I was going to accept another mate, let alone one who was mortal. I hadn’t been involved with the hybrid, but many of my kind had, which meant that I was being hunted. That wasn’t any kind of life for anyone, not even an immortal like myself.

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

Tabby was asleep in one of the beds already. “Grandpa, who are you?” Tabitha asked, turning towards Gerald with curiosity. “That stinky brat didn’t even properly introduce me to you? Like him to cultivate and run. Sigh, I’m Blake’s ancestor, Medicine god Gerald Elon. I’m a free-roaming spirit to guide you and Blake to become stronger. You three are his future spirit vessels, Miss. Sylvia Elon, his third cousin, and Miss. Tabitha Dalton Elon, his Sister-in-law, and adopted sister, with Miss. Tabby Dalton, your sister, am I right?” Gerold said with his hands behind his back.

“Alright, stop sulking. I’ll book the tickets later. The flight is 10 o’clock in the morning. We’ll go together.” “You’re wrong!” I yanked my hand free and mercilessly shattered his fantasy. "I'm not going to Artarca with you. I'm heading to the Capital City. Besides, my hearing has been restored for a while now." The smug smile on Joel’s face faded.

' The Beta pulled him out of the trance he had fallen into and he dropped to his knees, burying his face into his hands ["WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!"] Rafa rolled from within. ["I killed our Mate, it's what I've done."] The Alpha Of Alphas rose slowly to his feet and faced the training ground once more, ignoring the tears streaming down his face as he stared at the lifeless form lying there. "You have asked a question, My Beta..." He spoke softly. "Fate is when you've spent forty years without a Mate and when the Luna Goddess decides to give you a Mate she gives you a Tiger and not just any Tiger your enemy for a Mate, that is fate, My Beta."

“You told her how to bind the armies to her, right?” Her jaw clenched. “Alpha Vardan… told me to... But I knew... Even then, I knew I shouldn't.” Suddenly, she moved—faster than I expected her to move—startling me. She grabbed my hand and locked her eyes on mine. “Now the Fates sent you... so I can correct my mistakes... before I die.” I sucked in a shaky breath. “You're dying?” A wry smile formed. “Jalissa… poisoned me. She thought… I will die quickly.” She coughed out a laugh. “She underestimated a witch.”

Jack. I was relieved because I didn't even know the answer to that question and was terrified for what was going to happen next but all thanks to him for saving me the second time from the hands of this female devil. "Your family is so weird and strange and I must find what you guys are hiding and expose you," she threatens. "Run along dear, what you don't know don't know you and I don't want to see you near my daughter," he said Dad, please let's go, I said

“Three years, Julian. You told me you loved me yesterday. We were supposed to go to the ceremony tonight.” “And I meant it!” he argued, taking a step toward me, his hands raised in mock surrender. “But you don't understand. The Moon Goddess… she spoke today. When the moon crested the horizon, it hit us. Elara is my fated mate, Valeria. My fated mate. You know the laws. I can't defy the Goddess!” “Fate?” I choked out a bitter, jagged laugh, stepping into the room. The scent was making me nauseous. “You’re blaming the Goddess because you couldn't keep your hands off my best friend?”

I grab ahold of one of Kenji’s arms, as Levi grabs the other, preventing him from attacking the Fates. Fur begins to sprout on his arms beneath my hold, the sound of his bones breaking and rearranging filling the small room as he gets harder to hold in place with each passing second. While I am all for killing the Fates for what they have just done, I am not foolish enough to believe that I would stand a chance. And neither does Kenji. Which would normally not be my problem, but if Jamari returned to find her Lycan mate killed for attacking the Fates, she would be heartbroken and I couldn’t stand that.

We as wolves wait for our fated, and he was no different. The thing was, his fated had chosen to date, and settled down with the guy she was dating. In her mind, sadly, choosing a future with him was better than one with her fated. It took us a lot to bring Jorge back from the brink, and if there was even the slightest hope of happiness for my guy, then I wanted to ensure he had that opportunity, and I did not doubt for a moment I would not be the only one.