Sealed Fate Novels & Stories

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. -----

“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 believe you, Anna. It's the rite itself that's the problem." "JB, you're keeping me in so much suspense, and I can't take it anymore." Anna searched his face, her expression pulled tight, eyes flicking between his like she could read the answer there before he gave it. "What's really wrong with the rite? Is it bad news?" Jebediah sighed again, his mouth not fully ready to form the words. He hoped it wouldn't shatter her. "Anna, the severance ritual is a death sentence." "What?" Anna gasped, pure reflex, her eyes widening.