Lancelot Fate Go Novels & Stories

Lycan Alpha, Elijah's POV. It's been long since I saw my friend, my friend who left me to die, so he could have it all. Seated on the couch in the living room, I pictured what he had grown to be like. What his face would look like to see me alive. “Everything is ready, Alpha.” My Beta, Randy, said to me with a bow. “Yeah, let's go.” We exited the house, got in the car and drove to his birthday party. The party had just started when I got there, and I could say it was the fun part, Danes rejected his mate. Making the guests turn to each other, murmuring.

I shrug. “Fate knows what it's doing. I don't need to supervise it. If I were to try and interfere, my interference would have been accounted for in planning that person's fate. If I shot someone, I might miss and just hurt them and they might meet the person they are meant to meet at the hospital. Maybe they will be dying and then the person they were meant to meet would show up in time to try and save them, get attached, then lose them. Which by the way I have seen once and it was the most depressing thing. I know if they're fated, not how long they will last.” I try to explain. Bellamy is already prepared with his next question. “If fate happens no matter what, then why does it matter if

His breath was hot against my skin, his eyes locked onto mine with something cruel and final. “I’m afraid we can’t do that,” he said softly. “Even if we wanted to.” My stomach dropped. His voice held a kind of certainty that left no room for hope. He leaned in further, and something darker flickered in his eyes—resentment,Or even something worse. “Fate,” he murmured, “has made that impossible. You belong to us, Lyra. Even though you’ve defiled yourself, lived recklessly… Fate still handed you to us.” I blinked at him, stunned. The words didn’t make sense. What was he saying?

9 Years Later Baylee’s POV He roars, slamming his fist into the warrior’s face one final time before the guy collapses to the ground, unconscious. The crowd erupts, pushing toward the bookies to collect their winnings. Caden pauses to catch his breath, his chest heaving. But then his eyes lift—and lock onto mine. A rumbling growl vibrates from deep in his chest. “Aw crap, he’s going to kill us,” May mutters, grabbing my arm and yanking me back.

“He put me in a room. He said he was going to come back. Tell me where he is, Hunter!” I watched as Hunter sat on my dad's chair. He looked satisfied, like this was what he was waiting for all along. I didn't miss the twinkle in his eyes, and the smirk on his lips. “As we all witnessed tonight, the peace we had endured with the Lycan's for decades ended tonight. All because a wolfless daughter of the Alpha decided to poison one of a Lycan child who was here for the ceremony.” Killed a kid? I scoffed.

In the final instant of my fall, I grabbed onto her, and the two of us fell to our deaths together. Then we were both reborn. In this life, we each made choices completely different from before. She got what she wanted, encountering the Mafia Boss's heir on a street riddled with gunfire and becoming his wife. I changed my own fate as well. Marco looked terrifying, but to be honest, I would rather marry him than spend even one more second near Luca. Vivian thought Luca was a gentle, considerate, perfect gentleman. Unbeknownst to her, marrying him was the true beginning of her nightmare.