The Fate Book Novels & Stories

I quickly pulled my hand away and stared at the wall like it would suddenly open a mouth and eat me. My eyes wandered across the ruins. Broken pillars. Collapsed buildings. Half-buried statues whose faces had been worn away by centuries of rain and wind. And suddenly, I remembered what Azrael had told me. The Children of the Eyes of the Evening. The attack. The slaughter. The people who had never even had time to understand what was happening before their world turned into a battlefield. I remembered the painting in the library. The burning village.The flames swallowing everything in their path. The lycans that hovered in the sky with crossbows and weapons. And the ones swallowed by angry re

So much more that she could never imagine. A sense of urgency creeped in as she had to go there at the inn by hook or crook. Like a sudden rush of feelings too over her and washing over the fear inside her heart. They say that - 'When one door closes, universe opens another door for you.' And as for Alissa, she had to believe in this quote now that she sat in the middle of her apartment on the couch with the bottles of beer scattered around the floor. She glanced around her room and took a deep breath, "Another door you say?" She mumbled to herself as she got up from her place with a sarcastic smile on her face and threw the letter on the table.

I frown, trying to communicate with her. “Combustum,” I saw the fire that circled around me and her hiding us from the attack. Liv got up and pulled a leather book from her cloak and flipped through pages. I tried to get up, but my chest felt tight. “Don’t move. You still need to heal. It will take more time because I didn't use all my energy on you.” “Liv?” “I know you are confused, but now is not the time.”

I could not. Because he might be right. My mother’s visions. The barrier. The meadow. My father waiting on the other side. Victor surviving twenty-one years in the Outlands. The Wraith bells. Emberfall. Seraphina. Ronan’s bond. Lucian’s bargain. The path that should have been impossible and somehow kept opening just before we reached it. Maybe fate had been cruel. Maybe fate had been careful. Maybe both.

As I walk up to them, I say, “It wouldn’t have mattered…” Joesph looks at me with a frown and confusion, as he says, "What do you mean, it wouldn't have mattered?" I frown back at his tone, as I say, “I found a handwritten note in the ‘forbidden book of supernatural knowledge’, it was written on a completely unrelated page, which is why I kept missing it. It was a warning about the fated.” “What warning?” “I would say a rewriting of the part where it says that the bond can be severed by a powerful Fairy. Yes, a Fairy can help one survive the other's death, but in reality, no matter what, the fated always follow each other…”

"Wow, that was a lot to take in." Christian said nothing, instead he closed the book. "What is that book, anyway?" Christian ran his hand over the cover, "our history. Well, not just ours but the gods and titans and faeries." "You mean fairies?" Christian chuckled, "you will know the difference soon enough." "There's a difference?" He nodded, "but that is nothing to worry your head about. The Fates gift this book to all Alpha’s, Horde leaders or whoever governs over a Supernatural being, once you open it and find what you seek. It sucks you in, taking you back in time."

If Chloe couldn't see this with her mind, then there must be something going on. Jucel looked back at the page. "This book is written for the tribes chosen by Fates to serve the Blood Star..." No wonder that this book seemed untouched for several decades from when it was made. Jucel sighed. "It's just a normal book. There's no magical barrier used," she clipped before closing the book. "Perhaps this book was made only for those magical prowess was of the mind." Chloe nodded her head slowly and fell into a deep thought. "Is this why Lulu-chi came to love Master Hunn's books? Because it challenged his mind?"

I look through her. The Veil has split over the mortal forest. The edges writhe like exposed nerve. Light and shadow fuse into a colour no god has ever named. When the voice comes, the Mirror hums so violently that the gold inlay on the table rattles like teeth. > “THE FIRE WILL CHOOSE ITS END.” The god of war’s iron fist dents wood. The goddess of oaths flinches. The Pale Judge doesn’t blink. If it were just Fate, I would know where to stand. Fate is the architect that hides its chain in the mortar. Fate is the law you hate but still obey.

My chest tightened, breath caught. “Enough.” Damian’s jaw flexed. He took my arm, yanking me forward. “We’re leaving. Don’t listen to that nonsense.” But even as we stepped away, the man called after us, his voice echoing in the drizzle. “Two souls. Two fates. Only one will live.” I didn’t believe in superstitions or fortune telling but here I was in a book I didn’t ask to be and anything was possible in fiction. My entire body went cold. I didn’t even notice the rain until it soaked through my clothes.

The God of Fate was following the destiny of life, she only writes what is just and reasonable, one of the most powerful and revered individuals that no one wanted to defy. Although she already knew that she might not find anything, Zane continued on skimming through the empty pages until she reached the last part. It was as if she was imitating how a person would read a book. As if she could see a dot of ink when in fact everything her eyes landed on were slightly worn out pages that had their edges tinted with black. Like the curse. Just before she closes the book, a piece of folded paper suddenly fell from the pages and landed on the floor.