Sefar Fate Novels & Stories

Her face was unreadable, and I wished I could leap into the air and pin her to the ground, scream at her, and just ask her what the fuck she was doing. But I knew how futile that was. Selene was far gone, riled up by hatred that festered for years. I squared my shoulder, stood taller. Prouder. I knew my truth. And I was going to hold onto it. “Bring her forward.” Father’s voice sounded foreign. I moved before the guards that were suddenly perched on either side of me could touch me, stepping forward on my own. I was no murderer, I was no criminal. And I sure as hell was not going to allow myself to be treated like one.

Georgia replied in a low voice. “I wish. Dad says not to leave this place. He's so mad at you. You disgraced the family today. Huh! You should hang yourself Georgia, you're so unlucky.." Serefina fired at her, she loved the look on her sister's face when she was rejected and she wanted Georgia to remain at the party to embarrass her. “Don't leave orders from dad!” She warned as she let her sister go before walking away from her to try and accomplish her mission that night. Seduce the king and gain his favor..

The voice answered before I could form the words. “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 k

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

Sage laughed while nudging me with her elbow. “Ugh. How many times do I have to remind you all that I’m not interested in a chosen mate. I am perfectly happy on my own. Nothing good comes from having a mate… of any kind.” I said softly while looking down at my food. It’s because of mates that this whole thing started. Fated mates died during the plague. Who knows what the Moon Goddess was trying to accomplish with that. How anyone is brave enough to take a mate of any kind after the Fated Plague is mind-boggling to me. I’m not scared of many things, but taking a mate, that’s one I will openly admit to being fearful of.

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.

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.

Afraid she might never have a chance at independence. Silence enveloped them both. Even the constant click sound from Jason's laptop wasn't heard, he was listening and Stan hated the fact, so he drew closer to whisper to Sophia and probably infuriate Jason. "You might. It's fifty-fifty now, but I promise you we will try hard You and me. Okay?." She nodded in affirmation but with less enthusiasm, Stan was sure he heard someone scoff from afar. That night Sophia lay on her bed and thought about her life and everything that had happened and even where it was headed. She wasn't sure yet where fate was leading her. But she wasn't in a rush.

“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.”