Sefar Fate Novels & Stories

"It's just that I don't think she's the one for you. I can see the spark and the emotions. And I really like Saelin, but I just don't feel like fate has a hand in it." "Fate?" "Yes." "And you would know something about fate." She nodded slowly while they walked. "It's an amazing thing. You could call it the will of Ayla. A will impossible to act against. And if fate doesn't have a hand in what you and Saelin have, then I don't think it will last. If fate hasn't blessed it, then she's not the one." Sethlzaar turned on her, irritation clear in his voice. "And you are?"

Please. “Spill.”, I commanded, my voice quivering, but I tried to make it as firm as I could. “Tell me this will be enough. And that Elara will be next.” The Seer’s eyes slid back to me, and a part of me wished they hadn’t. His eyes seemed bottomless, heavy with something beyond knowledge, something ancient and cruel. “Fate weaves its threads,” he said, tasting the smoke on his tongue as he spoke, “but they do not break without consequence.”

Her eyes dropped, and the clear image of her parents and her brother bidding her farewell on their last day together five years ago reemerged. "I'll be there. You'll be safe," Sebastian spoke casually, enjoying his meal without even glancing at the young girl in front of him. Hearing Sebastian's words, Fathia's heart suddenly burned. "I remember that you said the same thing to Felice. What did I get? My sister's coffin." She placed the spoon, which still held rice, somewhat roughly. She grabbed her small bag and left Sebastian with a wound that she could never heal.

The heavy scent of incense was gradually replaced by a sharper, cleaner smell. Leaning in, Sebastian asked softly, "So, what exactly did 'fate' have to do with this?" Seraphina glanced toward the girl walking ahead, covering her mouth as she replied under her breath, "Strictly a cash-driven fate." "Huh?" Sebastian turned to her, like he hadn't caught that. She repeated, "I said-strictly a cash-driven fate." "Say what?" Was his hearing broken or what? Annoyed, Seraphina cupped her hands and rose up on tiptoe to murmur closer to his ear. He leaned down to meet her halfway.

he muttered. A bright flash of light engulfed them. In an instant, they were gone. --- Back at Seth’s Home Unbeknownst to Charlene, a shimmer flickered in the corner of the room—a presence watching, waiting. Haroon, the same Fate who had tormented Seth and threatened Charlene, lingered unseen, his gaze locked onto her. Charlene, oblivious to the danger, turned back to her preparations. She smoothed out her travel tunic and examined the soft glow of her journeyer’s sigil on the fabric. A small, excited thrill ran through her. This was it. The path ahead felt inevitable, predestined.

“But you got into my car asking for help. And now you’re married to me. So, dear wife, you’re going to have to deal with how I do things.” Karen wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m alive by sheer luck,” she mumbled, more to herself. “Luck.” Sebastian stopped with the glass halfway to his lips. His eyes narrowed, then drifted down to his own left wrist, where the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt revealed the tattoo: 385900. “Fate,” he corrected, his voice strangely low. Karen looked at him, confused by the change in tone. But before she could ask, the words came out uncontrollably.

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.

“You are the key, child. The gate will open only if you allow it.” Silence filled the room. Elara felt as though the ground beneath her had vanished. Every strange event, every whisper, every vision—it had all been leading to this. Kael’s hand curled into a fist. “Then she won’t allow it.” The Seer exhaled a slow breath. “The choice is not so simple. The gate is bound to fate, and fate is a fickle thing.” She turned to the bowl of water, her fingers skimming the surface. The liquid darkened, swirling with images that Elara couldn’t quite make out.

I sighed sullenly. “Love, my dear. That's what he is missing. Not the physical aspects, just the emotional part. He doesn't know anything about it and has never experienced it in all his long years of existence,” Samson meowed. “That's heartbreaking,” I murmured, truly feeling saddened about Mister Draeger. “So what is Faro then,” I inquired since Samson was being so forthcoming. “Faro is a reaper. The black index cards he pulls out from his back pocket are souls he must collect to send over to the other side,” he explained and I narrowed my eyes quizzically.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth