Severing Fate Novels & Stories

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.

No, I can never be in his house. Without turning back, I started to run away from there, from everyone. I needed to be away from everyone, I'm very tired of my life, I've had enough. First, it was my Dad- he left I and my Mom then, my Mom died. I was so devastated when everything had happened then and now what? He was back to me, I was so much happy when you bring him back to me but only to find out that, I'm married to the family which my father was already a son in-law to. I and my father are both daughter and son in law of same family, who does that? God, why is this happening to me? Why is fate so cruel to me? What kind of a 'Cruel Fate' is this?

“What do you want?” “To open the final gate.” “There *is* no final gate,” Elara said. “There is,” the Prophetess murmured, eyes wide. “The gate that leads *through* fate, not around it.” The Hollow King extended a skeletal hand, and from the void of his palm, an image formed a swirling storm, a black temple, and two children bound by light and fire, suspended in the center like dying stars. Seris and Rowan. “They are the seal,” he said. “Their bond was the final act of the First Flame. Their birth rewrote the lines of destiny.”

throughout the plains. then to the Rig. "You motherfucker, you hurt her…Their prime is going to murder us". "If you're not ready, we don't have to take her". "Are you insane? Someone will return her to Arthur, and if it's not us, we won't receive the reward".

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

"Exile is for criminals. You're just cowards. We're granting you a Severing." The color drained from Aaron's face. A Severing wasn't just leaving. It was a ritual break of the Pack bond. It hurt. It left a scar on the soul that never fully healed. It was the supernatural match of amputation. "You want the old ways?" I asked, grinning, showing too many teeth. "The Severing is an old way. You want to leave Silverfang? You bleed for it." Aaron looked at his followers. Then at me. He saw the violence in my eyes. He saw the cold finality in Mathias's. "Fine," Aaron spat. "Better to bleed once than to die slowly under human rule."

“In two days’, time, Monvar will arrive. He will decimate the pack lands, kill two of your mates and enslave the entire pack, strengthening his army significantly. You and your remaining mates will be cast out, on the run, and the prophecy will never be fulfilled. Monvar will be victorious.” My heart stills. The thought of two of my mates being killed makes bile surge up my throat. I close my eyes, and the sight of Tobias's lifeless eyes haunts the inside of my eyelids. I blink, and it shifts to Xander's eyes, then Lincoln's, then Max's. No. I cannot fucking allow it.

“THIS IS WRONG — THIS WAS NEVER THE DESIGN!” Lucien wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t calm either. He looked… hollowed. Like someone watching prophecy fulfill itself and realizing too late that knowing the future doesn’t make it survivable. “She’s being severed,” he whispered. “This is the severing.” The word mattered. The chamber reacted. The sigils shifted. The spiral restructured. The land responded. Severing confirmed. My vision fractured into layers. I could see: The chamber. The pack. The witnesses.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

Many werewolves took chosen mates, especially after the plague that has eradicated the possibility of any werewolf ever having a fated mate again. The same plague that killed my mother, broke my father’s heart, and brought our world into shambles and war. The Fated Plague, as it’s become known as, wreaked havoc amongst the werewolf world about 30 years ago. A curse from the Moon Goddess is what most people believe. The same Goddess that selects a werewolf’s soulmate, a fated mate, for them to share the rest of their lives with. I remember being a young girl and dreaming of finding my fated mate. I watched my mother and father display their love and affection for one another. I wanted what th