Sealed Fate Novels & Stories

I turned to face her. "The elders were looking for you at the funeral," she bowed slightly in submission and faced me. I sighed heavily as my eyes dropped to the vase and I immediately knew why I was being looked for. Sebastian's remains had to be scattered by me because I was his fated mate. "I wasn't feeling too well to stay until the end of the funeral procession" I replied with a lie because I didn't want everyone else to know that I left to commit suicide because my life sucked without Sebastian.

“Your brother will only be alpha for two more years. He’s going to die in battle.” Her words punch through my chest like a blade. “I don’t know if that means this war drags on or another one rises after it,” she continues gently. “But his death is written. It will happen.” My breath catches. “Why? Why does he have to die? Can’t I do something? Can Nate? He has enough power to change fate—he could stop it—” Selene shakes her head. “There is no changing fate. Only preparing for its coming.” I stagger to my feet, pacing in frantic circles before I collapse to my knees and scream, “FUCK!”

In that fateful moment, it became clear that his fate had been sealed. Time seemed to slow down as Sebastian's finger tightened on the trigger, the metallic click echoing through the garage. Fred's heart hammered in his chest, the final beat of a life teetering on the precipice of oblivion. A deafening gunshot reverberated, shattering the silence and piercing the air.

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 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 is carved deeper than any blade. The council stepped forward again. “Enough,” Elder Mira snapped. “The vote stands. At sunrise, Selene will be executed by the Pack Blade. Her blood will wash away the shame of Sebastian’s fall.” Cheers erupted. Others howled in rage. But it was done. My death had been scheduled. Not by fate—but by fear. I would not be honored. I would be erased. Night fell like a curtain of knives. They dragged me back to my cell, my feet barely touching the ground. The pit outside glowed red beneath the torches, waiting.

Amelia said cheering me up. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it going to be?” I asks. “Well, we’ve never experienced it before but from what Caden’s mom said, it is the scariest rule ever. A lot of ladies eyeing Caden gets a chance to fight you for your position and it is a fight to death” She said making me sigh. “What are you guys up to?” Keith said as he and Caden walks in. “We are just leaving” I said as I drag Caden out of the room towards his office.

“Remember the keys to freeing yourself from the repeated curse of fated mates choosing another and rejecting you: allow the mate bond to accept who it was chosen for. Once you do, your luck and faith will shine brighter than even I, and your ancient powers will at last return. Your fated mates must share the same ending in name as that of your chosen successor. This successor is the pup you bear — not theirs, for they shall never raise a pup that survives beyond half the first generation. That is one of the many weights of the curse. They can never speak of it, and you would never learn of it, until your time came. Lyra has been made to not know the contents of that notebook, and through it

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

A shiver ran down my spine, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I forced myself to ask the question that had been burning in my mind. "If he can't die... What will happen to him?" I was terrified of the words I would hear, but I needed to know. Lord Mortis's expression turned grave, his eyes clouding over with a mixture of sadness and fear. "Normally, it would have been nothing. He'd live for centuries, century after century. But now, if he continues down this path of self-destruction... He'll just go feral. He'll shift to his beast form and never return." His voice dropped to a whisper, and his next words his next words felt like a punch in the gut, my body growing cold. "And that fate, is wo