Played By Fate Novels & Stories

"The Goddess is a fim believer of fate and destiny. If we just told you what would happen, we run the risks of people altering their fate. It's about balance. For example, if an omega was fated to become an Alpha, and was told about this, the omega may become over-confident knowing their fate would happen sooner or later. So at the milestone moment that defined whether they should become Alpha or not, they decide not to prepare. Altering their fate. Instead of becoming Alpha, they're killed instead, allowing someone else the opportunity for the rise in power." "I never thought of it like that." Both Genesis and Wynter reply at the same time. "Fate is a tricky thing. Everyone has obstacles in

Beth said “I still don’t get it.. What do you mean by negative reality or eliminated reality?” Uzor said “Each man has a timeline and through this time line a lot of cut are done and as well as pastes… whenever fate or future events are removed from a living being it goes into limbo” “So you are saying that God is like a video editor, editing our lives?” “Something like that but not God, they are called Priests of Fate… they don’t interfere with your reality or instigate a person’s success or failure… in lame man’s terms they separate wrong wires that come together at the wrong time, and join the right wires at the right time”

Alan was going to be a father. "So how am I supposed to tell him? should I plan something?" Hazel asked. Ema immediately grabbed Hazel’s hands, fully entering planning mode. “Yes. Obviously.” She said like it was the most important mission of their lives. “This man planned an entire terrace date with fairy lights for you. You cannot just casually say ‘hey by the way, you reproduced.’” Hazel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Ema.” “I’m serious!” Ema pointed dramatically before suddenly gasping.“WAIT.”

That simple order couldn’t decide our fate, it wasn’t the right course of nature. Blitzer tried again to contact Nova through our link, but only darkness responded to him, he cried out. “What are we thinking, Zayden? Official Julius is the God of fate, an immortal, responsible for writing the mortal’s fates. How can Helena, or we can go against him?” He closed his eyes and bid farewell; I forced him to open one eye for me to witness my approaching death. The goddess I worshiped and adored must be watching this cruel play of power, so I begged her to help me.

I wish he would never return or I would end up hearing that he got into an accident and died on the spot. I remember when I would sit served by the windowsill almost every night talking to the moon goddess about the possible way she would make him die, never to return but every time I seemed to say that prayer he came back home even looking healthy and fresh. I grew tired because I wished all these things to him yet nothing was happening. The moon goddess was by his side and he was growing stronger, becoming more powerful he was intoxicated by power. It was obvious, I saw it in his eyes. I just don't know when this started or if it has something to do with the organization he had joined. All

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

Watching the little woman's back as they descended the stairs that were covered with precious stone and artwork. "I don't know if I have the right to tell you everything Tommy, but know this. All we were to the fates: curiosities, entertainments to pass the long centuries, pawns in their eternal game for superiority and power. They were the ones who weaved our thread of destiny, but the Fated one was different. She has her own thread, which fate couldn't touch. So they made a loophole. The deities were playing, playing with our thread. And right now, all we beget to achieve is to support and aid the Fated one on her journey. Whatever it may be."

I demanded, pulling on a pair of shorts one of my pack members had handed. “My darling husband has discovered which spell NOT to use.” Fen giggled. “DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HOW SERIOUS THE SITUATION IS?” I roared. “Aro and Miriam are trapped in there, we don’t know if they are still alive and you two are having fun playing around with the barrier. We NEED to get inside, to rescue them and deal with this hybrid threat NOW!” “This has all be prophesied.” Fen spoke, her face full of pity. “I do not know that we are meant to break this barrier, but they will live. Even through the magical barrier, I can feel Miriam’s power growing.”

Afraid she might never have a chance at independence. Silence enveloped them both. Even the constant click sound from Jason's laptop wasn't heard, he was listening and Stan hated the fact, so he drew closer to whisper to Sophia and probably infuriate Jason. "You might. It's fifty-fifty now, but I promise you we will try hard You and me. Okay?." She nodded in affirmation but with less enthusiasm, Stan was sure he heard someone scoff from afar. That night Sophia lay on her bed and thought about her life and everything that had happened and even where it was headed. She wasn't sure yet where fate was leading her. But she wasn't in a rush.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.