Seal Your Fate Novels & Stories

Flibanserin, in layman's terms, is an aphrodisiac. What the hell had happened? Brandon had been the one to bring that package up. And I remembered his exact line. "Probably the Prime Day backlog. A lot of packages came through the hub beat to hell. Just the outer bag, though. The inner box is fine." Him. Of course it was him. I went down onto the rug. How had everything lined up that perfectly? The outer packaging destroyed. My body on fire for no reason I could explain. The toy that would not turn off. Him, back at the door within the hour.

Then I step forward and sign where he points. Thorn lights a small lighter beneath the sealing wax. Thick droplets fall onto the pages one by one before he presses the heavy stamp firmly into them, sealing each document with the royal crest of the Council. The scent of hot wax fills the room. Once the final seal is complete, Thorn straightens and turns back towards James and Tobias. “That is now officially complete,” he says formally. “You are recognised once more as Crown Prince and sole heir to the throne. Long live the King.”

“Hazel refuses to confess even when threatened with death. For your safety, I really had no other choice…” Thick anger quickly replaced the pain in Sam’s eyes, and his voice turned cold. “Hazel, I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me who that man is! “I’ll pretend this never happened, and you’ll still be my wife. “When I inherit the family, you’ll be my donna!” I slowly raised my head, not daring to let my tears fall. There were clearly only two days left before I could live a completely different life. Why was it that in two lifetimes, I still fell into Isla’s hands, unable to escape her malicious framing?

The instruments screamed in frequencies that made my teeth ache, that made the contract scar on my wrist flare silver in sympathetic response, that made the air itself feel thin as paper stretched too tight. "Three days," Aurel said, and his voice came out thin, scraped raw by the impossibility of what he processed. "Seventy-two hours until the moon reaches its peak. Until the seal weakens to its breaking point. Until the door that should remain closed becomes a passage that cannot be sealed again." I traced the crimson lines with my fingertips, following the trajectory that arced toward the moment when everything would change. The original Lumira had died at Hauntspire High to prevent this.

I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

My breath caught in my throat and I grabbed Kael’s arm. “Arielle? What is it? Talk to me. What happened?” He looked worried. I shook my head fast. “Nothing. I just - I think we should keep reading. Maybe the next page will explain how to stop it or control it.” He nodded and turned the page slowly but the rest of the book was damaged. The words were faded or missing. Only one line was clear at the bottom. If the seal breaks, the pact ends. “This is bad.” Kael sat back and rubbed his face.

“The seal… It’s binding to its source.” Selene fell to her knees, the light consuming her hands, her face. “No… please, I can’t…” “Selene!” the Thrones clamored, desperate to sever the connection, but it was too late. The seal had claimed her. Her form began to shimmer and dissolve into radiant streams of light. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she mustered a weak smile. “At least it’s over,” she whispered. “Forgive me, Nathaniel…” Her final tear kissed the ground, and she vanished without a trace.

“It wasn’t lying.” The way he said it made my skin crawl. “What does that even mean?” He hesitated, then said, “The seal is what keeps certain forces locked away. Old powers — ones even the deities couldn’t destroy. If it’s breaking…” He trailed off. “If it’s breaking,” I repeated, “then what happens?” He met my eyes. “Then the world starts remembering things it was never meant to remember.” Later that day, I tried to rest, but sleep still refused to come.

But they held. And when the seal began to glow—burning with prophecy and bloodline—Astrid placed it against her chest. Malrick howled. As the seal lit up, magic surged between the sisters, the void ripping around them. Liana clutched Astrid’s hand. “Now. Say it.” Astrid shouted the words Sierra had whispered in the dark: “I sever the bond. I claim my name. I choose my will.” The seal exploded in silver flame. Malrick screamed—not in pain, but rage.