Terrible Fate Novels & Stories

Fate, it appeared, had woven a sinister tapestry, one that entwined our lives in the most unexpected and devastating ways. The memories of his malevolent deeds haunted my thoughts, replaying like a macabre reel. He was a harbinger of destruction, a relentless force that had systematically torn through the fabric of my existence, leaving only ruins in his wake. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down my spine, a chilling reminder of the horrors he had perpetrated.

Fate had a merciless, screwed up sense of humor when it set me up with this monster, and made me marry him in a last minute forced marriage, or more like imprisonment. And my fate was crystal clear, death is coming for me…sooner rather than later.

“This… I cannot tell…” Carvalho replied truthfully. “The other party’s fate is too strong, and I cannot see through it at all.” Cadfan was a little unconvinced and dissatisfied as he asked, “Could it be that this man has an even stronger fate than me?!” Carvalho nodded before he solemnly replied, “Anyone with this kind of fate has the most powerful kind of fate. You can describe it as strong and invincible. Therefore, it is impossible for anyone to have a greater fate than him!”

Almost. Unfortunately though, not everyone appreciated the Goddess-given gift of a fated mate. As far as I was concerned, there were just too many ways it could end badly. Admittedly, it was rare for a fated pair to ever cheat on each other or engage in any behavior that would likely bring their mate pain or damage their bond in any way. But it did happen.

Their faces mirrored the shock and devastation in my own. The things that were once considered terrible had now become the norm. There were no rules anymore, and they were more unruly and merciless than ever before. It seemed like the absence of Alexei had unleashed their darker side, making their behavior even more unsettling and dangerous. It was just…terrible. Anya's sobs echoed through the courtyard, and soon, the entire gathering joined in mourning. I rushed to my friend's side, embracing her as tears streamed down my face. We had lost another precious life, and it felt like the world had turned cruel and heartless.

I was a well trained killing machine. "Come on stubborn girl." Travis continued. Was he honestly planning on staying beside me this whole time? "Are you a stalker?" I asked suddenly whirling around. "You keep appearing around me." "Fate is a funny thing." Travis chuckled stopping the car again. Fate... I hated that word more than anything else. What was fate anyway? It was a thing that determined our path, determined where we went, determined who we loved, it was all a bunch of bullshit if you asked me.

The same thing that was more than likely bothering her the night before. “Hmm, well…that’s nice. You feeling any better?” I glanced at her and then pulled out an article of clothing, “Still a little weak,” I shrugged. “I’ll get through. I’ve been through worse.” “Worse?” Madison seemed surprised by this. Almost as if she knew how bad I was feeling throughout the term of this mysterious illness I had picked up. Still, I did have to think about it, and after consideration I realized something, “Well, this…this was pretty much the worst I’ve ever felt, but I think my father’s death still holds the mantle on the worst things to happen to me.”

I’m trying to follow her but I have a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach as she speaks. “What is predetermined fate?” Its’s Damien who answers the question, “There are a handful of individuals in the world who come into this world with their fates already decided for them. No matter how hard they try,, they can’t change their own fate.” “That’s a bad thing, right?” I ask, slowly. “Not all the time. Some have good fates written out for them,” the witch looks at me, almost cautiously now. “Your parents were two such individuals.” I nearly fall to the ground as it hits me what she means, horror eating at me, “What did you do?”

Yet how can I melt into someone who would wickedly threaten those I hold dear and blame fate? ‘Mate’…but what a terrifying curse.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.