Romans & histoires Our Fate

“It means someone knew your fate long before any of this happened.” I felt a strange heaviness settle inside me. My fate had been written before I even knew there was something wrong with it. “What else does the document say?” Adrian hesitated. “Your death was supposed to happen during the Moon Festival.” The room seemed to become quieter. That was exactly how I remembered the story. The Moon Festival was when Seraphina was supposed to die. “That hasn't happened yet,” I said. “No,” Adrian replied. “It hasn't.” I couldn't help wondering what that meant for everything else I remembered. If my death was still supposed to happen on the same night, then maybe chang

I haven't been around these people since the night I arrived, and I'm not sure of how they perceive me now. Adam and his family stand at the front, facing the crowd. Adam’s father is speaking, his voice surprisingly loud enough to be heard across the clearing. I don't know what the main topic of the meeting is about, but judging from what he says, it has something to do with the "curse." "As you all know, there is nothing we can do, other than support each other in these trying times," he says, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "This wouldn't be the first time it has happened, but we always come out stronger afterward, no matter what happens."

“He thinks he's my fated mate or something.” Nancy choked on her coffee, spluttering slightly. “Seriously?” I rolled my eyes. “I know, right? I’ve been waiting years for my fated mate, and when the mysterious son of Kiran Cadelyn comes into play and helps me one time, he assumes he’s my mate.” Her eyes squinted, “Well…I kind of had a feeling about that, too, Sets.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did we do something I can’t remember?

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.

All he felt was a grief he should not remember. And Fate… unseen and unacknowledged, guided his path, whispering to the threads of destiny, bending them, twisting them, forcing them into a different shape. Because this time… Aurora cannot die.

I hummed in response. The bus arrived to pick us all up soon enough. The boys and I got our separate cars, and of course Harper tagged along. I might not have the perfect life as everyone thought but I was going to make sure I have it. Becoming the Luna will be my chance to prove to my mother that she has been wrong all along. And as for Harper, getting rid of obstacles like her was a walk in the park for me. I stared at her as she looked out the window. “You had better brace yourself. You won’t know what hit you by the time I’m done.”

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

“Now I'll get to live my whole life in misery.” “Hey, you!” His voice reverberated, sending cold chills down my body. “Did you feel that? That mate bond?” Too scared to say a word, I nodded, my hands trembling with fear. Lucia gave me a deadlier glare. “I can't be fated with a maid as a mate.” Alpha Danes roared in anger in front of his guests. “You will never be my Luna.” He pointed to me with his eyes laced with hatred. I might be a maid, but Alpha Danes also isn't the man I dreamt about when I woke up this morning.

Watched us go over a waterfall too high for anyone to survive. They will assume we’re dead.” A tight grin made its way onto his face. “But we’re not.” No, we were not. Tristan got hold of my arms, bringing me on top of him. The heat of his body was pleasant after the frigid water, but I pushed myself to focus as he added, “Everyone believes we’re dead, Andronika , and no one fights to possess the dead. We may leave the Southern region without penalty because Alpha Orion won’t punish Declan or Eleanor for falling in combat. No one will come seeking for us. We may choose where we go and what we do, and no one, not even the gods, can stop us, for we are unfated. We determine

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“I've answered the question with the ghouls so what else do you want to know.” “You still owe me an explanation that.” Catalina said as a matter of fact. “Very well then. Charles what is your question?” Fate looked at me, from above us, scrolls were sorting themselves out and selecting a few. The chosen ones floated down to the table and arranged itself. Catalina stared with wide eyes. “Why did you create her? Can her fate not be changed? Is there something she can do to save the world if her fate can't be changed?” Fate’s eye shifted from Catalina to I then back to Catalina. “I will take her first so she won't be grumpy and ruin her pretty face.”