Novel & Cerita The Irony Of Fate 2

"What was the point of everything—of the curse, of the choices, of me coming here—if he's just going to die anyway? That wasn't the plan. That can't be the plan." Iris was quiet for a long moment, her green eyes studying Gianna with an intensity that made her feel like she was being read, analyzed, judged. "It's fate," Iris finally said. "We can't rewrite it. The curse was laid down centuries ago, and the threads it created are woven through time itself. We cannot simply undo what has been done." She paused, and when she spoke again, there was something almost like compassion in her voice.

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”

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?

She looked like every thread she secured was tied to meaning. “The Lady of the Fate” unclear voices echoed. She was draped with robes of blackest knowledge and unrestrained might, the air around her trembling with potential magic. She nodded towards the loom, her movements practiced and fluid. "This," she pointed, her voice vibrating in the room, trembling with the power of the loom itself, "is the tapestry of fate." Dorian stepped closer, his eyes attracted to the pretty designs of the silver threads. He felt a thousand threads, each a life, a fate, crossing and receding in a pretty dance of cause and effect, of choice and outcome.

I froze. “She burned blood on her tongue,” he muttered, voice hollow. “Said the future came in fire and shadows. That she saw a twin bleeding out in a bed of foxes… and Kat standing over the body. Crying. Smiling.” My heart thudded once. Hard. “What the fuck did you just say?” “She didn’t mean murder. She said Fate. Like some shit was already written. Already moving. And Kat—she’s part of it. Mirelda said to keep her close. She might be the knife, but she’s also the shield.”

I had all my memories in this place, and I still remembered when I woke up the next morning after my night at the bar—I couldn’t remember anything. What was happening? Didn’t I die? I thought to myself. “You did die,” he replied to me, even without me saying it. “But death is a doorway. And I am Fate. I control who goes in.” I clenched my fists, trying to anchor myself. I wanted to punch him in the face. “What the hell are you talking about? Cut the crap.” His smile never left his face. “It means you are... unique. Not just you—both of you.”

“W…what? You can’t expel me ma’am. I…it was not my fault. I was stalked and almost violated. Those are illegal photos taken of me without permission…” “Here you go again with your excuses instead of owning up to your mistakes. When are you going to get rid of your victim mentality?” She sneered. I internally scoffed. She never called me over to listen to my side of the story. She could not even ask why I looked like a mess. As expected, my life meant nothing to anyone. I felt worthless and hopeless. Being an omega was truly the worst fate the moon goddess could ever give to me.

“Why is everyone so happy and willing to find their fated mates? Not too long ago, you were willing to run away from Darius because the mate bond could take either of your lives. You’re suddenly oblivious to the fact that a plague almost killed off the entire werewolf race. I never thought you’d be such a hopeless romantic, Dye.” “It seems like you’ve become bitter and cynical. It wasn’t long ago that you were encouraging me to accept my bond with Darius; that us finding each other and being the first fated mates in over twenty years must be a blessing from the Moon Goddess. Now, you’re the one cursing fate and running.” There’s the blunt and honest older sister I’ve been avoiding. I motion

but Liam wasn't there. “Where's Liam, uncle?” I asked and he looked at me with disappointment. “He is not here.” His father replied and I frowned in confusion, if he is not here then where Is he? “We found this note here.” His forwarded the note and I took it from her. ‘I am not doing this marriage, I like ruby Father I have told you but you were stubborn and didn't listen to me’ the note stated these words. “If you knew that he wasn't happy with this marriage, why did you force him into this? I know I have no right to question you. But what now ?” His mother came towards me and held my hands.