Jalter Fate Novels & Stories

"That would topple the balance further." "Did you see the Author's demise?" Stefano asked. Jay shook his head. "He was teleported away during the fight." He tried to stand up, but his legs were too weak to support his body. "Rest, Judah. You're still injured," Stefano said. "We must speak to Mother. Having two mortals into the Fateless list was enough to topple the balance. We can't let Mother continues destructing everything she had created."

The Gaze Reader seems to grimace every time I say this mysterious man's name, like he is afraid he will materialise in the centre of the room. "Hale, who is Relm?" I growl. I want more information, not to be left in the dark. Just because I'm mortal now doesn't mean I can't handle more information. Hale releases a tense breath. "Technically, he was once Fate." "Once was?" "He was unable to handle his duties, and went mad. We wared with him for a long time, but eventually, he fled to another realm. He hasn't been back since," Hale admits.

“When you meet her you’ll understand. She’s not like the last few. She’s different.” “We don’t talk about that.” Jelric said quietly. None of them talked about it. The very fact that Fate had been coming into their world was a closely kept secret and it was only by a miracle that the general population believed that there hadn’t been a Fate in over a hundred years. “I told you he had a soft spot for her…” Rillon said but phillip merely shook his head and rolled his eyes refusing to rise to the bait. “Enough.” Uther ordered. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be Rillon?”

"It seemed... uncharacteristic." "In case you haven't noticed, Jinx has already lost a good portion of his mortal life. When I unravel the yarns of life this fast it can get a little taxing. You should be grateful, Orangelo. My need to go deep within and resettle myself has bought you more time than you would have had if we honored the outcome of Sour Milk and Sardine Can's scores." Frog made sure to sound haughty and not to be challenged like the true Fate he was.

His words from back then replay in my mind… ‘I won’t die. You made that clear the moment you hesitated… why did you hesitate?... Was it because of Kataleya? No! … I thought we were having a conversation. Future Alpha to future Alpha… Alpha? I’m not worthy of being Alpha anymore… You’re right, but it’s not your missing hand that is at fault. It’s your attitude. You better fix how you think and become a better person, or I will never allow it to happen... Allow what? Fate.’ What had he meant by fate? My gaze flicks to Kataleya, who is hugging her father, crying softly before I look at the man who stands silently in front of me.

He always uses a golden glove to hide it. "What do we do father?.." I asked. "Her blood can make the king immortal." Harrod answers. "Who?." "King Gerald's daughter." Father replies. "So?." "Get me her blood or I'll take away your right as the prince!." Father says with a serious look. I sigh and nod affirmatively. "No worries. Where is she?." I speak through gritted teeth. I'll do anything when it comes to having the throne!!. SAGE ACADEMY

So he could make out her feeble figure lying on the bed with her curly hair sprayed all over the pillow in deep sleep. He watched for a while and wondered how she could sleep so peacefully even in her present situation. Even knowing she wasn't ever going to walk again. While he the healthier one was finding it difficult to sleep without drinking to stupor. Karma was a real bitch. He watched for a while longer then refrained quickly once he realized himself. He almost looked like a creep staring at people while they were asleep and harmless. "Once she wakes she won't be the same peaceful and innocent girl lying on that bed, rather it would be bitter and vengeful eyes he'd see," Jason thought

Ryn was even more stunned by Judith's explanation. "Maybe you've heard of a curse that happened to Walter. He is not my Mate, so he must face other consequences. Walter Gerard will never become an Alpha even if he kills every Alpha in the world, as long as an Alpha of Dexter's bloodline still leads the Golden Moon Pack," she explained.

I say. Fate’s gaze snaps back to me. “Then what is?” I meet his eyes. “Weight.” The word settles like gravity. Fate stiffens. “He acted.” “Yes,” I agree. “And he carried the cost.” Silence hums between us. “He has not yet outweighed.” The realization moves through Fate like a blade. “You mean,” he begins. “Yes,” I say. “He has altered outcomes, but he absorbed the imbalance himself instead of releasing it into the world. The scales remain level for now. The Weave has no justification to bind him.”

After thinking about it for a while longer, Gerald declared, “…I choose to let fate decide!” “…Oh? An unexpected answer! Care to explain why?” asked Torme. “Well, essentially, not one person can truly decide the life or death of themselves or others. In the end, fate is the final decider. If it truly is a person’s time to meet their end, then there’s simply no stopping it. With that in mind, I have no right to choose the eventual destinies of these people! While it’s true that I’d love to have all the despicable villains die, I believe that they’ll eventually reap what they’ve sown! After all, fate will surely grant them suiting ends when the time is right!” explained Gerald.