Prisoners Of Fate Novels & Stories

I’ll let you know when I have the information. …… There could never be a greater deception than turning an obvious fact into a lie. There were a few couples of new faces in the yard. They could easily be distinguished from the many by how they isolate themselves away from the others. Those who were caught up in fate’s game cast their eyes low for fear while those who were veterans on the field held their eyes up in alert. I rummaged my gaze carefully finding the new players for the prison boss. Though, I had no idea how my selection would be. There were too many variables to consider but mostly I needed someone desperate to live. And has the reason to die if anything came to it.

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.

I know that what I considered was heartless, but fate was unkind to all of us regardless. Cruel to Monica by binding her to a married man, cruel to Olivia by linking her to me before I discovered my fated mate, and lastly cruel to me by placing me in a situation where. I might have to shatter all my vows and be the savage in what's meant to be my Love tale. I took my leave from the balcony without uttering a single word. I returned to my seat and discovered that Olivia wasn't there. Upon reaching home and Olivia wasn't there either, I Knew that she had figured it out.

Jesse said, his words dropping like a stone in a still pond. “They were supposed to be on duty tonight, but they're nowhere to be found." My chest tightened, a cold dread seeping into my bones like a winter frost. It was clear, this was no accident, no random act of violence. It was a planned abduction, a calculated move, a deliberate strike. My mind was racing, piecing together the fragments, connecting the dots. Alpha Fred, the eastern gate, the missing guards, the strange men... it was all part of a larger plan, a plan to take my mate, to hurt me, to destroy me.

The air hums with loss. Hundreds of human bodies. Maybe more. Drake drops beside me, breathing hard. “What the hell are they fighting for?” I whisper. No answer. “Do they even realize no one comes back? We don’t keep prisoners. We don’t keep anyone.” “Where are the families?” I choke out. “The media? The questions?” Drake slings an arm around my shoulders. “They’re mercs. Paid soldiers. Insurance policies waiting to be cashed. It’s off the books, off the grid. They’re just weapons for hire.”

"The murderer's daughter, coincidentally showing up at the exact pack where her father committed his crimes, planting listening devices everywhere. What are the odds of that being innocent?" "Astronomical," I agreed with false pleasantness. "Almost like fate brought me here for a reason." His eyes flashed bright, dangerous gold—wolf rising dangerously close to the surface. "Fate has got a sick, twisted sense of humor then." "Does it not just," I murmured. The crowd around us had grown significantly thicker, pressing closer like vultures sensing a dying wolf. I could feel their excitement crackling in the air, their hunger for blood and scandal and drama.

It had to be one of us because of our mind link. “I specifically chose this shift for us because it’s quiet,” Orson explains as we walk to the facility. “The doctors are all gathered in a conference room comparing data. The prisoners are in their cells, resting after the morning tests.” “How many prisoners are there?” I ask curiously. “Only fifteen,” he replies morbidly. “Many have passed away, and the rest have been released to Gustav. They’re searching for hybrids everywhere now, because you’re killing them faster than it takes to develop one.”

The guard’s voice ripped through the air: "GATEKEEPER!" With a deafening, thunderous roar, the massive gate began to descend. As it lowered, the inner courtyard was revealed inch by inch. The prisoners were a mosaic of distraction and despair; some prayed and chanted, others dissolved into heaving sobs, while some spat curses and insults at the stone walls. Lara, however, belonged to the silent ones. Externally, she was paralyzed by a profound stupor, unable to reconcile her reality: she was standing on the threshold of a prison—a place that was not her home...