Shifted Fate Novelas e Histórias

I wanted to shift, but Shadow refused and endured it before the witch called my father's wolf off. Something tingled in my body for a short while before it stopped. It was a short flow of energy that made me shift. I wheezed and buckled to the ground. My droopy eyes looked around and watched the heap of bodies on the ground. Wolves and Hunters alike, but the fallen were mostly wolves.

It is not that I don't see them or feel anything. It is just that I have lost all hope when it comes to love and I don't want to feel pain anymore. I know what returning those feelings was going to mean. I don't see myself being that way, I felt pity for myself and I felt pity for Penelope who was betrayed. However she found her mate, and it turned out that he wasn't Jared. She moved on, after she found out that Jared was going to get married to Margaret, she moved away from the pack and together with her mate they started a family.

You choose your fate. Don’t you see, Rose? Every single life on this planet, human or shifter, has a fate out there for them. The fated path can change depending on your individual desires and free will, but each choice has its own path. Our destines are intertwined with each other in a complex labyrinth; the interweaving threads of the embroidered tapestry of life. No one born of this world is completely devoid of their fate. Everyone possesses both fate and free will, but free will will only get you so far, and you are no exception to that rule. Even a choice to remove yourself from this world and your possible fate, has its own destiny in the afterlife. Do you understand, Rose?”

The bodyguards dragged me roughly out of the hospital and threw me into the cold mud outside. Heavy rain poured down, smashing against my twisted body. This was the most remote slum in Neopolis. Homeless people die on these streets every day. I struggled to open my eyes. Rain hit my eyelids, twisting everything in my vision into a blur. Facing death once again, my heart suddenly became calm. Being reborn wasn’t to defy fate, but to let me experience once more, clearly and deeply, what it meant to have ten thousand arrows pierce the heart and be torn apart piece by piece.

Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.” Joel smiled bitterly, rubbed his face, and left. Not long after, Yorks Corporation filed for bankruptcy. On the way back home with his parents, Joel was involved in a car accident. Perhaps it was karmic retribution. A head injury left him deaf, and his left leg could no longer walk normally. He became partially disabled. His parents were fine, just minor concussions that would heal with time. Someone in the hospital said, “Joel lay on the bed, crying and laughing at the same time, muttering over and over that this was retribution to what he had done.

She is now the daughter I never had, but hoped for. And in that silent exchange, fate shifted. The Summit was nearly over. But the war for the future had only just begun.

"I had it prepared especially for you." I turned to look at him, more surprised than pleased. "Mr. White…I mean, Jonah, when is our wedding date?" "What's the rush?" He chuckled. "Are you that eager to marry me?" My heart skipped a beat. After saying that, he gave me a meaningful look and turned to leave. Only after his footsteps completely faded did I finally let out a long breath and sit down on the edge of the bed. Something was wrong. None of this felt right. Jonah's attitude toward me was completely different from how he treated Mona in my last life. Could my choice have triggered a butterfly effect?

His frown deepened, his expression turning serious. "This isn't something ordinary," he said. "It's a binding curse. A very vicious one. "It's usually used on people who are close to death. It can't transfer your luck directly to the caster, but it reroutes your fortune to others. By granting other people's wishes, it extends the caster's life. "When your luck is completely drained, and your life reaches its end, the life force that should have been yours…gets transferred to them." He paused, then looked at me.

Hopeless, raw, and cold. “You can’t stop fate.” I felt like I’d been slapped. He turned away, pacing the floor. “I’ve seen how this ends. Every time I close my eyes, it’s the same. Blood. Fire. You, lying in it. And I can’t stop it. I don’t know how to stop it.” “You don’t believe in fate,” I whispered. He paused. Then said, “I didn’t. Until I found out I was theirs.” The Voronin’s.

She said and I nodded. “I was hoping you could tell me more about Caden, I feel like I don’t really know him” I said. “He may act all mighty and stuff but he is actually the sweetest but I think that changed eight years ago” She said. “What happened eight years ago?” I asked. “That was when rogues attacked our pack and killed the late Alpha. It is mostly the reason why everyone here hates rogues” She said. “That makes sense but not rogues are the same” I said.