Rejecting Fate Series Novels & Stories

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.

“Why do you think your brother would die? The fault does not lie with just me— it’s because you are weak, that’s why you failed to protect him!” “……!” Finally, she stops struggling and close her eyes for the first time. “Hey, do you want to live with me…?” “…………!” She immediately opens her eyes from shock. “Big brother…!?” “Growl…!?” Restia and Forsjá disagreed with me— hmm? Fortuna too. Well, not like I care. All I do is lending a hand— and it’s up to this lion to choose whether she’s going to hold my hand or not.

She looked at me and nodded slowly. “I understand, Daya. Then why not just reject them?” That is a fair question. Not long after the Fated Plague occurred, many werewolves rejected their mates in an effort for both people to survive the plague. But I heard that rejection hurts and is almost impossible to do when the bond snaps into place. No, I can’t reject them.

My heart softened as I looked down at our joined hands and let out a long breath. "I never imagined that everything would end like this." "Neither did I." Silence settled around us once more. None of us could have really predicted this ending... Life truly had a strange way of unfolding. Sometimes justice arrived in ways no one expected. Sometimes fate made decisions beyond anyone's understanding. Perhaps, that was simply how the Moon Goddess balanced the scales. That storm had finally passed.

On the other hand, my mum and dad stood at the extreme end of the parlor, as they kept sighing in frustration, while my two younger siblings, Eli and Bram, sat on the couch, while exchanging glances at each other. "We can't allow this to happen. "We can't just let it go," my dad's voice finally broke the long silence. “Rory, you've brought shame and calamity and curses upon us as a result of this rejection. Something must be done about it.” “Something?” I asked with unbelievable anger. What did he mean by that? "So, you're obviously going to punish me for a crime that I didn't even commit. Thane was the one who rejected me, and as such, I shouldn't be forced to pay for his crime.

“Rejecting a mate was once believed to be a myth centuries ago because people feared losing their fated mates. However, it was later proven to be true by a community that opposed the idea of fated mates. To prove it, the people in the community publicly rejected their mates one by one through a simple declaration. The rejected party would feel excruciating pain once the rejection was spoken. It was said to be unbearable and could even kill the person, since fated mates are soul-bound. Because of this, rejection is considered extremely dangerous. Meanwhile, the initiator would not feel as much pain as the rejected party, but the consequences for them could be life-changing. Once a person reje

I'm beginning to regret my actions, but there's no way that I'm going to reverse what I said. I just have to accept fate that I'm going to be rejected by my mate. I never wished to be rejected by my mate but do I've a choice? I don't have a choice. It's the fault of the moon goddess I'd be mated to a person whose parents were killed by my father. What fate is this? I didn't want to reject him because it would be a disgrace to him. That's why I want him to reject me instead. My heart skipped in fear as the Alpha suddenly screamed out. "No! I can't,"he roared out angrily that the entire judgment ground shook vigorously, even though that didn't stop the adamant and stubborn pack members from ch

She froze, unable to respond to Daniel's piercingly accurate remark. "But that’s completely normal," Daniel said quickly, his gaze filled with understanding. "It’s human instinct to avoid things that could hurt us. But in my case, not fighting only made me regret it more. I’ve been rejected and failed a few times, but trust me, the pain isn’t as bad as you think because you know you gave it your all. Whatever the outcome, I believe it depends on fate." "Fate, huh?" Sophia murmured, stirring her drink absentmindedly.

"What do you care about?" His other hand comes up. Cages me in. His body heat bleeds through the space between us. "You. Just you." The bond pulses. Violent and hungry. "Don't do this," I breathe. "Do what?" "Pretend you chose me. We both know fate forced your hand." "Fate?" He laughs. Dark. Broken. "I rejected fate five years ago. If I'm here now, it's because I choose to be." "You chose to destroy me."

I say. Fate’s gaze snaps back to me. “Then what is?” I meet his eyes. “Weight.” The word settles like gravity. Fate stiffens. “He acted.” “Yes,” I agree. “And he carried the cost.” Silence hums between us. “He has not yet outweighed.” The realization moves through Fate like a blade. “You mean,” he begins. “Yes,” I say. “He has altered outcomes, but he absorbed the imbalance himself instead of releasing it into the world. The scales remain level for now. The Weave has no justification to bind him.”