Rewriting Fate In A Deadly Plot Novels & Stories

“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 changing small things wouldn't be eno

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

We all nod in silent agreement. Looking around the delivery room, I see all of us sharing an emotion that most of us have forgotten about since the Fated Plague took so many of our loved ones and changed all of our lives in such horrific ways. Hope. THE END Now you are probably wondering, "When is the next book?!" Book 3: Choosing Fate (Saph's Story)- Coming Winter of 2023 Consider engaging with me in places such as the Book of Faces and/or The Gram of Instant Gratification ;)

And when it meant the most. I didn’t know how to feel about him. He affected me in ways that I thought were long gone. It was frustrating. I barely even knew him! “The mating bond doesn’t regard the amount of time you know someone, Aure,” said Seraphina. “Fate is the most important thing when it comes to such a strong force of nature.” “But we rejected each other. I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t be feeling this way anymore.” Still, I couldn’t deny her truth. Colt still had this strange hold on me, stirring up feelings that I couldn’t explain or control.

she said and headed toward the kitchen. The moment she left the living room, I was grateful. Finally, I could breathe. I could swear she was staring at me with wolf eyes. Black felt like he was being choked by it, and honestly, the rejection made me feel a little weak, but I did not care. I could not ruin my life twice. The fact that we were fated spoiled it, coupled with how I found her. Fate was like a plague, something I never wanted to discuss or experience again. Henceforth I make my own destiny.

“As if fate is something you can just rewrite on a whim.” The audacity of Ivan’s plan infuriates me anew, but Chloe Jane’s presence, even in this dream, grounds me. We knew he wanted to change his fate, but to stop his death when it’s already been decided? “He’s a fool. You can’t cheat fate.” “No, you can’t. But that won’t stop him from trying or from using us to do it,” her gaze meets mine, fierce and determined. “You have to stop him, before he does something irreversible. He says… he says he’s not above torture.”

With one clean swipe, I dragged them across his chest — tearing skin and muscle with the precision of a signature. A message. "Let them think a wolf did this." I stood over the corpse, silent, watching the blood pool around his throat like a final offering to the night. My expression didn’t waver — no regret, no guilt. Only cold calculation. My eyes narrowed on the claw marks I’d carved into his chest — jagged, deliberate, unmistakably wolf-like. “They’ll think a rogue did this,” I murmured, more to myself than to the trees. “A poor drunk, slaughtered in neutral territory. They’ll panic.”

Elita You would think you get used to it—dying. But you never do. Every time, the body aches in a new way. The heart breaks all over again. The soul gets ripped out to wander into nothingness until given a chance to come to this world again. But I don’t think I would want to be born again. I…don’t want a life again. It’s because…it must be my fate to die by Levian’s hands in every life. I can’t seem to be able to change that in any timeline, in any life.

“And now?” “Now I know that love is the man who stands beside you when the world turns ugly and never asks you to shrink.” He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Elena… I need to hear something from you. Not as my wife. As the woman who came back from death and rewrote destiny.” I swallowed. “What is it?” “Do you still believe fate is fixed?” The question sent a shiver through me. For months, I had relied on foreknowledge events I remembered, disasters I prevented, traps I dismantled before they closed. But lately, things had been… different.

But if I waited until Riven actually showed up… If I orchestrated it so that Riven was here when Kade died, so that witnesses or better yet, Riven himself could be blamed… I smiled slowly into the darkness. That was the play. Frame the Beta for murdering his Alpha. Turn Riven’s heroic rescue attempt into an assassination plot gone wrong. By the time I finished spinning the story, Riven would be executed for treason and I’d be the tragic survivor who barely escaped with her life. Perfect. I moved back to the fire and settled in to wait, my mind working through the details. I’d need to make it look convincing. Stage it carefully. Maybe even injure myself in the process to sell the story.