Sefar Fate Novels & Stories

I remain optimistic that she shall usher in a period of prosperity and fortune for both myself and our pack. 20th Day of August, Year 1429 Misfortune has befallen us, for the Seer has taken her own life, thus depriving us of the insights and blessings she might have bestowed. Her untimely demise is a grievous blow, yet it is imperative that I continue my quest for another Seer who might aid us in altering our fate. The villagers have grown increasingly suspicious, and it is of the utmost importance that we uncover a means of coexisting without revealing our true nature. I am convinced that a Seer holds the key to aiding us in this endeavor, facilitating a harmonious existence within the shad

I yelled getting pissed off about the idea of them keeping things from me. When Finn just looked down Misha looked back at me, “we went to see the seer yesterday, Finn came out crying which is why I was comforting him last night. I didn’t know what it was about but it must have been this for him to suggest you stay behind right?” He voice kept rising as she was talking fast and with a worried expression on her face. “Finn?” “I’m not supposed to say because even if I do it won’t change it, the seer said that fate is set. I want to try to change it but if I tell you I have chance to do that.” He huffed and I could see the tears in his eyes.

END OF FLASHBACK. My life changed after Amal and I won the baking competition, my habits, my heart, my life, and everything about me transformed. I’m no longer the Afraah people know, I don’t belong behind the counter anymore, I own my world and rule it. The last five years were very hard for me, anytime I close my eyes all I see is Khalil’s image and whenever a place gets silent all I hear is the words of Rayan 'Khalil is no more' I couldn’t even sleep even if I try, sleep was something I had to learn how to do again, both sleep and live.

Daphne snapped. She rose from the sofa, her back straight. As if preparing to face her opponent. "You clearly know this is connected to me, Elice. Everything from Garrett to Ariel, whether you like it or not, will connect you to me. It's your destiny. You cann’t do anything for that." It feels as if Elice really wants to eliminate this one word from her life's dictionary. Fate? Elice feels that fate has never given her anything good. Only problems and tears.

I shouted at my secretary. I have been expecting some goods from overseas and they were supposed to be arriving anytime this week but from the look of things, it just seems to have disappeared into thin air. I just don't get it, I think there is someone behind this...someone who wants me to look like a failure in father's eyes... I'm very sure of that.

He sighed in defeat and decided to tell Sanchez the truth. Sanchez sat on the other side of the sofa facing him, waiting for his explanation. “I am Timotheus Alfarez from 2022. I died in an accident—” “What? What? You’re Timotheu—what the f*ck, man?” “It’s true. As I’ve said… I died and reincarnated two years back to change the future. I have a mission to accomplish.” Ferran explained while staring at the empty can in his hand.

“Yes. Because to a Ravante, to marry is to share your life with another. To share another’s life is to live with that person’s life span. It means, to loose your immortality.” “Then, Seb’s father is...” “A secret.” “Eh?” “Now, it is time for rest.” “Already?” “Tomorrow, I shall tell you another story. For now, close your eyes and rest.”

Aiden said, in a strong and firm voice. His voice shook slightly on the last part, and my heart squeezed painfully. I knew he loved me that much. King Eric, who had been quiet for a while, let out a rough chuckle as he began to speak. “Aiden is right, Ralph. Rose belongs here too. They are fated mates. She is going to be the Luna of our pack.” His voice was hoarse, but strong enough. And just like that, everything burst again. My father’s face darkened as his fists clenched, and I could see anger rising again.

The door slammed, a sound that echoed the chaos in my head. Damn it! Setiray. She was a goddamn whirlwind. A chaotic, intoxicating, infuriating whirlwind. But she was right. I was an sash*le. Cold. Distant. And now, possessive as hell. And sure as hell had no right whatsoever. I cursed Nathaniel out. If I hadn’t drunk so much, I’d never have allowed him to have so much control over me in that moment.

His demeanour completely different from earlier. The Alpha furrowed his brows. "Where are you all coming from? It's late." Even his voice was threatening. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Bow in greeting? Was that even a thing anymore? "Giving our little sister a tour. We were just messing around, Father. Nothing serious," Cole replied. The man standing next to the Alpha's gaze settled on me. "You must be Harper, the new addition to the Whitmore family," he declared. I nodded.