Severing Fate Novels & Stories

“Poetry. We require tactics. The Hollow-Blood gathers power. Wolves whisper her name like prayer. The Harbinger returns empty-handed. We do not wait for a mortal to unmake our order. We strike.” “There it is,” murmured Fate’s Lesser. “The hunger to write another Sundering in a different hand.” Oath cut across her. “Selene. Did Fate name her enemy or ally?” All eyes on me. I forced down the reflex to swallow. You will decide that… and regret it. “No decree,” I said. “No side named.” Predictable gasps—relief, fury, calculation. War straightened. “Then I will name one. She is a breach. Breaches are sealed. We send the Legion. We burn the Hollow before it spreads.”

The fog of fate that had hindered him in the past had dissipated, and images that seemed to have been projected could be found everywhere. Being in such intimate proximity with the long river of time, Severin felt an exhilaration akin to a fish swimming upstream in the river. He was directly embracing the potent power of law within himself, moving up along the timeline. The first scene he witnessed was that of him standing in the void, slaying the Ancestoras and King Luther.

Repeating one over and over. A spiral with a single eye in the center. “She’s slipping,” Yvette whispered. “He’s getting stronger.” “I know.” “Is there a way to stop it?” Tristan hesitated. Then said, “There’s something Elise never wanted you to know. A ritual. Forbidden. Called The Severing.” “What is it?” “It can cut the bloodline’s tie to Elias. Free Cara. Free you. But it comes with a cost.” “What kind of cost?” He looked at her, heartbroken. “It kills the vessel.”

Chad observed Sutton using the divination skills he had inherited from Seis. He discovered that Sutton indeed had the appearance of one with a short life. Changing one's fate was no easy task. According to the teachings in Divination of Cloth, a person's fate was fixed. To alter one's destiny, one had to seize another's fate, which could result in severe injury, disability, or even death. Thus, even though the chimera pill was nicknamed the Fate-Altering Pill, it could not genuinely change one's fate.

Lucian shifted beside me, jaw clenched. “Enough riddles,” he snapped. “Tell us clearly.” The seer inhaled and spoke slowly: “One twin will rise to save the world… and the other will rise to destroy it.” Silence fell like a blade. Chase’s face drained of color. Lucian went absolutely still, muscles tightening beneath his clothes. And me? I felt the ground under me tilt. “No,” I whispered. “They’re just children. They wouldn’t….” “This is not a choice,” the seer interrupted. “This is fate.”

. "Silver-eyed princess shall be born of royal blood. She will stand at the crossroads of fate. In her hands, unity or annihilation. The choice will be made when mother's love and father's bond are severed. Only then can the true path emerge." Elena had always interpreted "severed" as necessary, a breaking that would free Leila from predetermined fate. But what if it didn't mean necessary? What if it meant warning? What if the severance of bonds was the trigger for annihilation, not unity?

The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with anticipation. Elder Thalor, the seer of the Council, stood abruptly, his eyes wide with revelation. “A convergence has occurred. A new force stirs within the tapestry of fate. ” High Chancellor Elowen narrowed her gaze. “What do you perceive, Thalor? ” Thalor's voice trembled. “A child, not yet born, but her essence resonates through the aether. She is of the old blood, intertwined with the forbidden lineage. ”

“What do you mean?” “He’s in a coma,” Daniel said while he rubbed his temple. “The stab wounds were deep, and he lost a lot of blood. One of the blades punctured near his ribs and affected some of his organs. If your father wasn’t a Lycan, he would have died instantly.” I clenched my fists hard. “So you’re saying he still has a chance?” Daniel hesitated. “I can’t promise anything, my lord. His body is fighting, but his chances of survival are very low. Only the Moon Goddess can decide his fate now.”

There was something different in his eyes now, not doubt, not fear… certainty. Then he looked back at Liam. And this time, there was no restraint left. Not anger… not chaos… just absolute finality. “You heard her.” His voice was calm. Too calm. He stepped forward, placing himself fully between Liam and Hazel now. “This isn’t your story anymore.” Liam clenched his jaw, clearly not expecting that. His gaze flickered to Hazel again, desperate now. “Hazel, you don’t mean that, he’s just-” “He’s my husband.” Hazel said and Alan cut in before Hazel even needed to speak, his tone sharper now.

Kael lay in a circle carved from earth and starlight. Seren stood across from him, holding fire that no longer burned with rage—but with mourning. The Rite of Severance began. A ritual older than the Moonbound. Older than Emberfall itself. Rare. Feared. And for good reason. Bond-breaking wasn’t painless. Not for the body. Not for soul. As the final chant ended, Seren placed the flame against the thread of their bond. Kael’s chest jerked once, twice— Then stilled.