Prisoners Of Fate Novels & Stories

I see Claus smile and point his other leg and tell him I shoot, this time there are no screams, I turn to my best friend who whispers to me in a mocking tone. "Are you in a good mood today, aren't you?..." I shrug as I keep my gun on my back. “I just give him some motivation…” I answer simply, he laughs and shakes his head, one of my men approaches me and tells me "Sir, Charlie, Scott, Tyler, Mitch, Aaron and Peter are dead…" I curse under my breath and nod. "Okay, you know what you have to do…" I say looking at Claus who is playing with one of his knives, looking at me seriously.

So, he got into a fight with pro-council of the angels of Mellisa kingdom, when he had taken a decision and wanted to become human after he discovered a book that had been hidden by a sword of an acient warrior and only true heirs of the angels knew about that place. When he found out about it, he had to perform the necessary rituals before he could get it. He matched through hundreds of candles that was lit for hundred days without getting off. When the pro-council found out about his agenda, they captuered him and had him locked up in the kingdom's deadliest dungeon shutting out all his powers from him. He was in there for a decade till on a very lucky day, when a wizard had come to save

“I think so!!” “What a pity! What could you have done to warrant such fate?” The woman clicked her tongue. The announcer was still rambling on about each prisoner. The viewers were starting to place their bets on their favourites. “I will just put it in simple terms for you! You see, every year, a hundred prisoners, the worst this city has to offer are put together to fight themselves to the death. Usually, only one person comes out alive, but there are few situations where a few of the losers survive. It is basically a kill or be killed competition. People place their bets and the nobles see it as a form of entertainment. And as it turns out, more and more of the commoners are beginning to

He asked the prime minister. Prime Minister Jameson shook his head and walked towards Kenji’s desk. He put the envelope there and opened it. He then spread out the files on the table. Kenji got curious and teleported to the Prime Minister’s side. He scanned the files and then looked at the prime minister, “what are these?” Kenji asked. The Prime Minister looked at Kenji. “Your Highness, these are the profiles of your potential target. Please choose from them.” Prime Minister Jameson stated.

Hungry prisoners were not happy prisoners and it was very obvious in the growing tense atmosphere. She tugged on Seth's shirt and practically dragged him forward. "You ok to hold your tray to the table, angel?" he asked, since the large bowls made it difficult to balance both in his hands. She, of course, nodded obediently. "Stay close to me ok? It's very rowdy today," he warned. His eyes squinted at the people around him, analysing their actions closely. "Are there new people coming again?" Usually there would be a little more energy in people when there were newcomers. The people previously at the bottom of the pecking order now excited they could be the ones to pick on terrified kids, new

By the time Lozark's guards regained consciousness, the prisoners were gone, disappeared. Now, they're in front of me in an abandoned factory, tied to a pillar, trembling in fear, while I'm sitting on a cozy chair, watching them. “Who should I kill first?” “Let us go, please. We did wrong. We're asking for forgiveness. It won't happen again.” Ridcliff pleads, peeing his pants. “I-I don't want to die.” Larisa continues crying over her pathetic life. “Let's play a death game. Whoever wins, gets to live, okay?” It's one of my favorites.

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but I knew he was withholding information from me. “Once we mark each other, there is no possibility for a second-chance mate.” As if reading the confusion on my face he continued. “If your mate dies before you mark them, the Moon Goddess grants you a second-chance mate. But if you mark your mate, then you are committed to them and only them.” He brushes a hair out of my face, but I push him back, sitting up. “Do you think that's a good idea though? Maybe we should see if I even make it through the full moon.”

This didn’t make sense and she was going to make it make sense before leaving. Cindy on the other hand wasn’t taking this slightly though. She tried to get them all to go back to her car, but even she knew that it was not going to work, and Lisa calling out her name actually confirmed it. The former maid just couldn’t believe it. Six years. Six freaking years. She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts.

The Angels' control over the South has loosened, and in 2028, it appears that a group of Omegas fled the Rig. Although Arthur and his followers kept it quiet, a lot of things in this area changed as a result. Rose claims that although things were already terrible, they just grew worse. The Omegas were imprisoned with their partners and forced to spend all of their time inside. Because they were made into slaves, beta girls substituted for any unmated alpha. And who disobeyed...?