Seal Your Fate Novels & Stories

He sneered at our joined hands, his lip curling in contempt. “Do you truly believe merging your bloodlines will break your fate?” Fenrir asked, his voice a dark rumble. “You have only succeeded in making the cage smaller. By binding yourselves to the seal, you have made it stronger, yes, but you have also made it much harder to escape. You are not my jailers; you are my new cellmates in this eternal grey.”

The lock clicks. Sealing my fate.

We learnt so much that putting them into words won't be able to delineate the lessons we learnt. We were the warriors who were ready to face our death without any fear now. I was ready and waiting for the chance to finish this all, for once and for all, no matter how many desires I would have to seal; money, selfishness, comfort and even love. These were soon going to bring the light back, wiping out the darkness that had crept into our lives. I was ready with my Sealed Desires. *** Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to Rate my book with 5 stars, share your voice in the comment section and share my book. Also read my other book, 'Wounded and Bounded.' Till then, take care. Love, Eeman Faisal

Once the two of them were on the bed, the room immediately stirred with the scent of their love. …………………………………………………………………………….. Not a day had passed yet, but Jojo felt that a chopping knife had been placed on his neck. His spontaneous act this morning had opened the gates of heaven as well as a hell pit for Arissa. His brain was spinning around to find a solution to this problem. Not to mention demands from Robert who only gave him a week to find Snow or Robert would use his connections to blacklist his name from the entertainment world. Currently, his career and life are truly at the stake. But he also knows the great danger that will befall Arissa if Snow's real identity is leaked to the

Elders, warriors, strategists they filled the circular chamber, their voices a low murmur that swelled into a storm as soon as the Seal was mentioned. “We should destroy it,” Elder Mora declared, her gnarled hands clutching her staff. “The Seal brings nothing but ruin. Burn it, bury the ashes.” “Destroying it might trigger something worse,” countered Kellan, the pack’s historian. “If it’s one of five, the others may be searching for it. Breaking it could draw them here.” Lucien raised a hand for silence. “The Seal is under my protection until I have more information. We will not act rashly.”

"Since you've agreed, we'll be waiting for Ericka's arrival. Here, this is my address." Dianna gave her a black card and Catherine quickly took it, as if she had just won a one million dollars lottery. After they left, Catherine faced Ericka with her usual cold gaze. "You'll go to this address tomorrow, so make sure you pack your things, got that?." Ericka starred at Catherine with a blank look. "You...sold me." Catherine laughed slightly and shook her head before running her fingers across the card. "I didn't sell you, you're just getting married. Are you that dumb you don't know the difference?."

Alaric walked back to the room and looked at Seraphine, still asleep, chest rising and falling peacefully now. He sat beside her and whispered, “You were never just a human… and I’ll make sure no one takes you away from me again. Not even fate.” ------ The candlelight flickered across Alaric’s desk in the dead of night. Everyone in the estate had retired—everyone except him. A black envelope sealed with the Vaelthorne sigil lay open beside a worn leather-bound book titled The Sealing of Elira. Its pages, hidden for decades, were now smeared with red ink and ancient truths. Alaric had read them all.

“I won’t share her.” Two guards stepped forward, wolves shifting into their half-forms, growling. I scrambled from the bed, clutching the sheet around me, my chest heaving. “Stop! Please!” The elder’s gaze softened, only slightly. “Girl, you must understand. The Seal does not bend to will or desire. It speaks for fate itself. If you deny it, you will destroy yourself.” My knees weakened. Destroy myself? My eyes darted to Luther, his chest rising, his rage blazing.

"I can but you need to bring her to me. I need to see the seal in person to tell you anything useful." "When?" "As soon as possible. If the seal is old it could be weakening. And if it breaks at the wrong time it could kill her." My blood went cold. "What do you mean kill her?" "Binding seals use blood magic. They're tied to the person's life force. If the seal breaks violently instead of being removed properly the backlash could destroy her from the inside out." I gripped the phone tighter. "I'll bring her to you. Where are you?" "Same place I've always been. You know where to find me."

“You have no idea how overpowered sealing actually is. If you hadn’t used it back then, Selene would’ve died.” He was right—but that didn’t stop the guilt. It didn’t silence the memory of the life fading from her eyes as I locked away her nature, forced her wolf to sleep so deep even the moon wouldn’t find her. “I was supposed to unseal her,” I whispered bitterly. “But no, of course Draven’s mark had to be the damn key. I mean, seriously—who writes this crap?” Antony raised a brow, then took another long sip of tea. “Fate,” he said dryly. “Or a very emotionally unstable god.”