Severing Fate Novels & Stories

"It’s the severing, it’s now, calling us, the trinity, the void, the world." The roar grew, the cliffs shattering, not stone but reality, light and shadow exploding, forming a path, not memory but fate, leading to a void, not here but everywhere, the severing’s heart, its core pulsing, its reapers waiting, their chant shaking the earth, calling the four, the Veil’s final truth, the world’s last chance. The bond roared, Lucian’s voice, "stay with me, raw," his hand crushing mine, Lyra’s shard scorching, Mara’s nod, Killian’s desperate yell, and I stepped forward, the dagger raised, the mark screaming, the path blazing, the severing calling.

He staggered—but did not fall. “Still holding back,” he said, teeth clenched. “Always.” He thrust his hand forward and shouted, “Fate itself is split in twain. Promises fall, stripped of chain. No oath survives the final end. Sigil of Severance—Rend.” The spell tore through the air like a blade, shredding my gravity field. I barely had time to react. “Stand, O line where chaos breaks. Hold fast against all hostile wakes. Let no harm pass this sacred girdle.

That should change things. Tarsi spun around, creating new sentences above him. He was aware enough to feel the rage and grief behind them. "The death of a Fate was a private thing. Its sentence only able to be carried out by those who knew it well. Who worked alongside it as empires grew and fell." "To stop the Unravelling, the Fate itself would have to be undone and used to patch up the tears in the fabric of reality. The doors to the Meeting Room slammed shut and an ages-old ritual began."

As I read the same phrase a third time, my fingers shook and the words burned into my brain: "The soul is severed when the relationship is severed. Those who reject the cord of fate will either go insane or die. The chair creaked under me as I leaned back. As like it had read the incriminating words too, the small mate mark on my neck blazed. Death or madness. Had Darius been affected by that? Had he been driven to the verge of madness by my rejection? Or did he not fully comprehend the extent of this curse?

The old man in front of Rupert was the vice leader of the Fate Sect, Jarvis Wendham. A few days ago, Sebastian had fought with one of the branches of the Fate Sect. He'd killed Godfrey and destroyed the Jerose branch of the Fate Sect overnight. How could the Fate Sect just let Sebastian get away with that? Jarvis had personally come to punish Sebastian on the orders of his sect leader. However, he'd met Jensen of Forte Towers as soon as he arrived in Sunway. When he heard from Jensen that Sebastian alone had killed Emil, Magnus, and the others, Jarvis had been shocked.

She looked up at me. "But I'll never forgive you for this Sania. You just crushed all my love and faith in you. You killed me Sania and I'll always hate you for this." I pulled my hand from her grip and stromed out of the room. Sania's POV, I just sat there watching him leave. It was finally happening. I didn't know if I should be happy or I should cry. I just sat there like a lifeless doll. I had lost him already? I don't know how many hours I sat there. I just couldn't move. I felt like I had no reason to live anymore. It was over. Just like that.

Fitting for the name Immortal. “You surprised me with that. But your fate is sealed already. You won’t be able to move even if you won’t die. However, once you can’t hold your ability any longer, you will die eventually.” The lich said with an expression of confidence. Sean smirked. “My fate is sealed alright. And my fate is to kill you.” As he ended his sentence, the dark purple rods disappeared as well. The wounds closed up almost instantly, exposing his white skin where his clothes didn’t cover.

Saph demands, her eyes welling with tears and her lips trembling. “I wanted to! But in one of those letters, Father said that knowledge can be dangerous. He and Mama almost rejected each other because of what she knew about the plague. They thought they’d survive it and take chosen mates instead. But they decided it wasn’t worth it. That messing with fate could cause more harm than good. So, they trusted in fate. You think I wanted to learn all of this? I was perfectly content being in the dark all these years,” I shout back, feeling my own eyes fill with tears.

Abu said Just when everything turned out to be fine, this happened. I looked at Rayan with full shock as he lowered his gaze, and I stood up and slapped him. "This is for everything you did." I slapped him again No matter how I slap him or hit him, it will never change the fact that Khalil is gone. Not only did he play with my emotions but he made me the reason behind Khalil's death. I turned around and was about to leave when Abu spoke "Take your money with you." He said

“Fuck. Is it ever going to stop?” A hush fell over the warriors around us—not the calm kind, but the kind that coils in your chest and squeezes. Every single one of them felt it. The shift in the air. The return of death’s shadow. They knew it was starting again. No one had gotten enough rest. Not even close. The last fight had gutted us—bodies, spirits, hope—and now we were being asked to bleed all over again. Not because we were ready, but because there was no other option.