Terrible Fate Novels & Stories

“ Will you being sorry bring back the dead? They are gone and that's it, they are gone, Genevieve. You should have known better than to just give out locations like that, I taught you how important it is and you still did it,” Dropping to the ground, my hands smoothened her hair. “You aren't to blame Genevieve, you should have known better but you haven't, it's fate, fate is cruel and yet bitter. We just aren't meant to be together, maybe in the next life but not in this life”

he retorted, never ceasing to remind her of the distant relationship they both shared. "Uh yes, it is... But am very famished right now and I need energy. Heavens I've been suffering for my evil deeds. I have lost my family, title, money, and even pride. Am a street beggar, even in my daughter's home I beg for crumbs hey!!!!!" She forcefully lamented uncontrollable tears gushed out of her eyes.

I soon learned werewolves were hunting down witches, thinking we had cast some kind of spell on them. The Fated Plague killed tens of thousands of werewolves, and as a result, just as many witches were hunted, wrongfully accused, and killed as well. My mother tried to reason with our pack; she was a witch after all, and our father fell ill to the Fated Plague. Why would she want her own mate to die? I learned then that people don’t see reason when all they want is revenge.

I got rejected five times at different stores I don’t why but people say it’s because I don’t look fit for the job, I still have no idea what that means, but maybe it’s because I am small, skinny or maybe because I am ugly I don’t know. I stood up and peeked through the door glass "Khalil please don’t leave me, I won’t be able to live without you." I whimpered Life has thrown many obstacles at me but what I’m feeling right now is worse than anything. Khalil is just fourteen years old, he shouldn’t be suffering like this, no child should.

I had buried it, locked it away, promised myself he would never have a hold on me again. And yet… the timing. The sickness. The gnawing dread in my gut. The more I tried to push the thought away, the more it clawed back with brutal persistence. What if the pup inside me was his? My heart shattered at the idea. I couldn’t let him know—not now, not ever. If this baby belonged to Deiniol, then I would take the secret to my grave. But the fear went deeper than him. Pups born from unfated mates often carried burdens of their own—fragile bodies, sicknesses, lives cut short. Society rarely accepted them, and even when some found protection, too many never survived long enough to see the life they d

she shakes her head, he hates our kind, “your fate with him had come in a different way than it was supposed to, you were to reject him and you did, but it was for him to change how he was acting, leading his wolves but he sealed his own fate.” She stood and I couldn’t believe how tall she was, “but you said I’m in the afterlife, so my pup, is here as well,” I couldn’t help the tears that formed in my eyes as my hands rubbed my stomach, the thought of my poor little pup never breathing it’s first breath, never knowing how much it was already loved, I bit my lip trying to stop it from quivering.

the woman teased, running a manicured finger down his chest. Callan hummed. “Not at all.” Hazel’s breath caught. She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t care. And yet, she did. Her wolf stirred, an unfamiliar ache blooming in her chest. The woman smirked and leaned in closer. “You’re in a good mood today. What changed?” Callan exhaled through his nose, his lips twitching in amusement. “Fate is a funny thing.” Hazel’s stomach twisted. Fate. Was he talking about her?

His voice cracked as he charged forward again like a mad beast. "You did this to me! I'll kill you!" The entire venue descended even deeper into panic. Screaming. Crying. Shouting. All of it blending into a chaotic, apocalyptic roar. Cecilia's ending…was a hundred times worse than mine in my previous life. Both her legs were shattered. She would be disabled for the rest of her life. Her family was destroyed. Their company went bankrupt. Her parents were arrested for illegal fundraising and business fraud. As for Cecilia herself, she was expelled overnight. The school released an official notice, and the police opened an investigation against her for fraud.

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

Not to mention those five, though they are armed with guns, but she crushed them easily. Okay, I know many might be curious about what is a , so allow me to take some time to explain. Everything starts from 25 years ago, so I will cut it short. 25 years ago was known as the year of calamity. This was the very year where the worst death had ever occurred, because 20% of the world's population had died. The cause of death was the mysterious 8 meteors that strike on different places. It went through three stages.