Sealed Fate Novels & Stories

“And that’s exactly the problem.” Selene felt her entire body tense, a sickening weight settling in her stomach. “What are you saying?” Sebastian exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “I’m saying that something—or someone—has already altered fate.” His voice dropped lower. “And if we don’t find out why, none of us may survive what’s coming next.” The room seemed to close in around them. Selene clenched her fists, trying to steady her breathing. “So what do we do?”

I approached the room where they had placed Sebastian’s body, my heart pounding in anticipation. There, lying unmoving on the floor, was Sebastian in his final state. The physicians had already examined him, and their grim diagnosis told the whole story: Sebastian was in a coma, trapped between life and death. There was nothing they could do. It was now up to him to either fight for survival or let go. At that moment, it hit me with full force: I had won.

The scene plays out as my dad turns and calls the woman mate. “The path was altered. She has redirected the bond. How?” Selene mutters when Fate speaks. “All those close to you, Fenrir, will fall. They will all suffer because of what you did to me. I will make them all hate you. Your line will end.” I gasp as Selene does. She stumbles back, clutching her chest. “Sel, when will this happen?” she shakes her head. “It has begun. The image she has just shown us will play out in the next 600 years. Ly, there is nothing I can do.” She drops to her knees as he wraps his arms around her.

Watched us go over a waterfall too high for anyone to survive. They will assume we’re dead.” A tight grin made its way onto his face. “But we’re not.” No, we were not. Tristan got hold of my arms, bringing me on top of him. The heat of his body was pleasant after the frigid water, but I pushed myself to focus as he added, “Everyone believes we’re dead, Andronika , and no one fights to possess the dead. We may leave the Southern region without penalty because Alpha Orion won’t punish Declan or Eleanor for falling in combat. No one will come seeking for us. We may choose where we go and what we do, and no one, not even the gods, can stop us, for we are unfated. We determine our fate. Together

Every instinct in my body—every ounce of love I had ever known—rebelled against the thought. Kill him? Him? The thought was a death in itself. I shook my head slowly, in denial. “You’re asking me to end my soul.” “I’m asking you to save it,” Sebastian said. It rendered me silent. “Yours. Mine’s already lost.” He seemed to think it was for the best. And it was non-negotiable because yeah, it is. He gets to decide at the end. That's how he does it between us. I guess it's true.

"Then she married the wrong person. It was doomed from the start if she is truly your mate." "She is," Caleb said. The sex alone could tell him that, but the way his bear reacted to Melinda, he knew. No doubt on his part. Sebastian eyed him. "You're sure?" "I am." "Then give in. The situation is only going to make your life a living hell until you do. You can't stop this. You know the lore. It's fate. We have one mate and if that mate dies, we live alone for the rest of our lives. Why would you want to live alone?"

"Fiona Katherine Winchester breaks up with Sebastian Prime over spilt wine. Most coveted Female Billionaire is once again single." Curse Sebastian and my Mother, my upcoming weeks were going to be a living hell, I was sure of it.

I want to see my lawyer, i won't say anything" Jude requested. Mr.Welsh and Jonz both went out of the interrogation room, Mr.Welsh speaks to the captain telling him that they need more evidence. The captain ordered Jonz to take Jude to the cell. Mr.Welsh was pissed off because of the interrogation, he got a call from the morgue he took Hazel's body to, he went to the morgue, he met a young man in charge of Hazel's autopsy, the man gave the autopsy result to Mr.Welsh.

There wasn’t going to be a trail to follow since that traitorous Xaviar had flown off with her. I had barely finished skimming over the short document when Fredrick entered, his expression one of defeat. Miriam’s voice was still on a loop in my mind. I refused to give up hope, though the lack of leads was frustrating. Fredrick’s face told me that whatever I had remembered from Miriam’s book was offering more frustration. I looked at him and waited. “Aro.” He started. “The seer is dead.”

But in the sealed vault, with the prototype on the pedestal and two men united against him, the variables had run out. The smirk on Sabatine’s face was the last thing he saw before the stalemate shattered, not with a word, but with the decisive, irrevocable action that always follows when a deal is finally, conclusively, rejected. -----