Love That Burns Against Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Then I’ll turn the curse on you.” He leaned down, so close I could feel the cold of him sinking into my skin. “You’ll try. And in trying, you’ll become exactly what you fear. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen you, years from now. Crowned in bone, your daughter at your feet, your lover broken by your hand. You don’t escape your fate, girl. You inherit it.” My stomach lurched. His words struck deeper than any blade. My hands shook—not from fear, but fury. “Then I’ll burn fate itself before I let it claim me.”

"As proof of the curse, I gave you a mark which you have already seen. In order for the curse to break, you need to find true love. When that person says I love you, then the curse will be broken." How hard could it be to make a woman fall in love with me. “That is simple to accomplish.” I said with pure smugness. She shook her head. "No, it is not that simple. The moment that person loves you then you love them back, you will feel a burning sensation on your mark and it will glow signifying that as true love then the curse will be broken. If it does not, then you will remain immortal until you will find your true love."

Look at him, so vulnerable, so easy to burn. “I’m trying, Malachi,” I sob, my voice breaking under the weight of my helplessness. “I’m trying so hard, but she’s... she’s so loud.” In an instant, I lose complete control. Without warning, my hand unleashes a tongue of purple flame that jets out involuntarily, lashing toward Malachi and leaving his arm scorched. “Fuck!” he cries out, recoiling but quickly smothering the flame with his other hand. Horror grips me as I realise I’ve actually burned him. My flames, my uncontrollable, hateful flames, have marked the skin of a man I love.

“But it’s using us.” They stood facing each other, two halves of a burning bridge. “I loved you before I knew,” he said finally. “And I love you now. Nothing your mother or my father did changes that.” “Love isn’t a shield, Carson. It’s a fire. It burns everything it touches if you’re not careful.” “Then let it burn me,” he said fiercely. “But don’t let it take you.” She shook her head, trembling. “You can’t protect me from the truth.”

It was the color of the flames that rose up when one was enraged. It clouded our judgment and blurred our vision. One would lash out, striking at those around like a flame scorching everything in its path. It could burn and destroy, leaving only ashes in its wake, leaving with nothing but the smoldering remnants of what one once was. But sometimes... even fate could force someone into anger. Fate could burn something from nothing. And today, fate chose Julian as its prey. Clouded from the high dose of suppressant he ingested, Julian’s legs limped to the place fate had forced him upon.

But in my chest, guilt burns with the same heat as desire. Because you can’t love like this… without setting fire to everything in your path. And the city... The city burns. And I stand at the very center of the blaze. Between the man who loves me tenderly… and the one who wants me like I’m his favorite curse.

Smoke leaked from the corners of her mouth as the vision took her, the scent of singed flesh and old incense curling into the superheated air. Fire. Three fires. No, no, no, it is wrong, it is all wrong. The Queen’s blaze, I saw it breathing, screaming— The Devil’s flame—devouring, answering— but the third, the third— a spark in the dark, forgotten, starving— it woke, it woke, it WOKE. The flames are bound by fate, but fate is lying. It is not unity, it is collision. They will BURN each other. They will BIRTH something monstrous. They will choose the end of everything. Or the beginning. It woke. It burns. It comes!” The words slithered through the chamber like a forbidden invocation. They cr

I place the dagger on her palm. “What is this?” She frowns. “A silver dagger.” I look at her, my arm returning to her waist. “If I ever betray you or hurt you, dig this straight into my heart.” I pull her closer. “No force in the world can rescue me from that stab.” Her eyes widen before she wraps her fingers around the dagger and nods. “Fine. Now drink my blood, Lorcan. Your eyes are turning more and more red.” A growl escapes my throat. “Pardon me, my love.”

“Close your eyes. Picture his darkness inside you, like rot on a tree. Now picture a fire in your chest—bright, pure, unstoppable. Feed it with your love. Your pain. Your will. Burn him out.” Her words sank deep, echoing through every part of me. I closed my eyes, clenching my fists tight. I could feel it—the black sludge of Rogan’s control wrapping around my heart, my mind. Chains choking me. And then I imagined fire. A spark in my chest. Small at first, then growing, fueled by everything I’d ever felt: my love for Adrian, the agony of my lost child, my father’s protection, my mother’s embrace. The spark roared into an inferno.

My heart beats within me with each beat as a promise—a promise that no matter what tomorrow brings, love will guide us through the darkness. And when the creaking door of our future battle opens, I am certain that our fate is in suspension. The revenge has arrived, and with Lucas by my side, I am prepared to withstand it—all of it, all that I have, and all of the love and power that is in me.