Sefar Fate Novels & Stories

“…Now, let's briefly review the names fate has selected so far…” Sebastián Lafallete (Unknown lineage) Pietro Sokolov (Silver Frost Pack) Raphael Dupont (Forest Fury Pack) Matteo Müller (White Nightfall Pack) Noah Schwarz (Unknown lineage) Penelope Webber (Darkmoon Pack) “Wait a minute... A girl? Fate selected a girl?” Maddison asked, completely bewildered. “Well, fate has a rather peculiar way of doing things,” Queen Emma replied, trying to calm her daughter.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

Sean not minding the bombshell he threw at his friend stood and grabbed another bottle from his minibar. He returned to find Jason in conflict and laughed mythically. "Oh, you never thought of that?." "I don't care!" Jason adjusted his position. "I love Sophia and if it weren't for me she wouldn't be in that situation at all so if she's unfruitful so am I" he huffed a breath. His friend was beginning to get on his nerves with his pessimism, it was so unlike Sean. Sean never let circumstances define him, he stood firm amidst toils and turmoil, it was from him Jason learned to fight for what he felt was right.

“You think I enjoy this? You think I want to see my son walk away? No. But I will not allow personal desires to blind me. Not his, not mine, not even yours.” Seraphina stepped forward, fury blazing in her eyes. “Personal desires?!” she spat. “This is not desire, Hayden! This is fate. Fated mates. You and I—of all people—should know what that means. And yet you act as though it’s nothing! You act as though it’s some childish whim he’ll grow out of.”

This laid the foundation for the Grandiuno Sacred Land's current prosperity. As a true disciple, Francis deeply admired this legendary elder. Unfortunately, since two thousand years ago, there had been rumors that he had entered seclusion to ascend to immortality. Over the years, there had been few sightings of him, and there were even rumors within the sect that he might have already passed away. But Heath told him that this elder hadn't passed away but even came out of seclusion to accept Severin as his disciple.

" As Godfrey spoke, he prostrated himself at Sebastian's feet. Everyone was aghast. Godfrey was the refinist of the Fate Sect. If Sebastian agreed, he would have gained a branch of the Fate Sect! With Sebastian's terrifying powers, he would become even more powerful. Who else in the martial arts community would dare to fight against him? Godfrey had carefully developed a tight-knit web of connections over the years, and he had great influence even in the secular world of business and politics. Sebastian would be like a king! The conditions were so tempting that everyone was sure that Sebastian would accept. "There's no need for that," Sebastian said coldly, "You aren't even worthy of serving

asked Beta Noah. Elder Sofia nodded as she looked at Mr Robert, both of them stifling laughter. Megan said, "What a strange joke in the werewolf world; all fates can be predicted in advance. How can you be motivated to try if you already know your fate?" "As I said before, Megan, a seer's predictions don't always come true; it all goes back to the fate of the moon goddesses, but most of them always come true, including Cora's pregnancy. That's why you must keep trying and live your life no matter the reality," Elder Sofia explained again.

Josie sighed, “Sometimes the elders in this village are more narrow minded the townsfolk. I didn’t know it would stem to this.” “Please don’t worry Josie. From what I know pain last for years but soon enough they would understand that what occurred was no one’s fault. It was—” “Fate?” Shawn finished his words, causing the man’s eyes to stop of him. He scoffed at the word. “Yes, fate. Something written by someone who create us as they lead our life in their will. There is nothing more that I hate than trusting whatever ‘fate’ this world has for us.”

And then—Gods help me—it moved. A small, deliberate push against my palm. My child. My child, speaking not with words but with pressure, with knowing. I staggered back, bile flooding my throat. “Say it,” the Seer whispered. His jaw clicked like a hinge. “Say who he belongs to.” “No,” I rasped, though my hand stayed pressed to my stomach, betraying me. “He’s mine.” The Seer smiled with his broken teeth. “He is fate’s. And fate does not share.”

he explained. That actually made a lot of sense. I always wondered who truly paired mates up especially now that Selene was not in the picture any longer. I had never even heard about the Goddess of Fate. I wondered if Selene intentionally stole her thunder in order to control our species. “The Goddess of Fate was a dear friend of mine actually. She explained to me that once the well’s essence would be getting closer to running out, it would locate the Next Fate who would then become the Goddess of Fate. She entrusted me with the temple’s location. Only the Next Fate would be able to open it. Leonidas and I believe that her essence has chosen you as the Next Fate because many people of vario