The Master Of Fate Novels & Stories

He changes the slide again and takes a deep, steadying breath. “The role of fate's representatives is to keep fate on track, as we know. Your role appears to be the backup plan. The one to manage and police them should those representatives go off track. The fate reps only receive information about the specific area they are intended to manage, life, death, and so on. They mostly get visions about the things that they need to fix, if something gets messed up in the natural order. Don’t ask me how that works, it is way above my pay grade.” Alex comments drily before continuing.

Quietly, I whispered, “Wendy, no matter what comes our way, I’ll always be right here with you.” She glanced at me with a playful smirk. “What’s gotten into you today? Too much sun?” I didn’t reply. I just smiled and gazed at her radiant face, silently making a vow. I had been given a second chance at life, and I wouldn’t make the same mistakes. I would stand by her, cherish her, and right every wrong I had made. As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of gold and amber, the sea breeze carried a hint of evening’s chill.

Jacob said blankly. When Maeve heard that, she was stunned. "Master of Golden Liberty? The Master of Golden Liberty?" "Of course. You might not be aware that the Master of Golden Liberty is extremely talented. He's very young but has already taken over Golden Liberty and is also a grandmaster. He's unprecedented."

Came the reply. Big Master. Fabiano scoffed internally. He was the Big Master now. With his father was alive, he was ‘Little Sir’ and now that his father was dead, he became ‘Big Master’. It wasn’t like he was sad that his father was dead. He was happy. His father was a piece of ass who deserved to die the minute he took his first breath but damn! Life’s cruel. His father lived. He lived and ruined others’ life before he finally died.

"Yeah, now that I think about it, I notice that it's impossible. Master was the sole reason why we were both here on earth, existing like human beings. He summoned me into this body; how could he just do that if he wasn't?" "Master was once a pure soul who was wronged by the world," Zin explained. "He had a bright future ahead of him. As a soldier, he was about to do bigger things that would change the world for the better. He was destined to be a hero, someone sent by those people up there to change something down here." "What happened to him then? How could he turn out to be this way?" "The real king of the underworld, Lucifer, personally took over the punishment for Master."

I pondered if I should show him my new gun, but he spoke up before that, "But I'll throw you a bone today, Zayne is dead," "That's old news," "And so is Ethan," He added quickly, making me freeze. He smirked at me, knowing that this was the first time he caught me off guard. I clenched my fist as he continued, "And you could guess who took him down.” The Master brothers. Those two bastards. Not that I was sad at Ethan’s death. No, I was glad he was dead because he had been trying to keep tabs on me. With him gone, I had one less thing to worry about, but if anything, his death was more of an indirect message from those bastard brothers.

This man who was my fate, my future. I had not just changed my fate. I had found the one it was always supposed to be. He set the heaping plate in front of me, drizzling a perfect spiral of maple syrup over the pancakes before handing me a fork. The simple, caring act made my heart feel too big for my chest. I took a bite. The flavors burst across my tongue. Sweet, buttery, perfect. “Mmm. You are too good at this,” I mumbled. “Alpha King by night, master chef by morning.”

professional as ever. I head back to my Penthouse and find a note there. Hunter, Stop avoiding the inevitable, Stop messing around with weak little humans! Join us, take your rightful place as ruler of our world and This world as we know it! Stop attacking Bathilda as well, She is trying to prepare you, to become the King you are meant to be! ~The Master. I read the note, and I have no words. What the ever-living fuck! Who was this psychopath?

“I thought about what you said the night we were finally together. Gabe, it is fated. So we will accept fate and move on together.” “Well, here is to fated love.” He kissed her hard as he spun her around. The two began planning that night. Everything was going to be okay for them as long as they had each other.

not only that, but the best part was also that the person who mastered the power of Spihosts and was the Master was old and was already on his deathbed. At that time everyone thought that after he dies, these things would be scattered and lost since the master was so immersed in his studies that he did not marry and thus he did not have an heir to take over the position. Also, many reports also said that the master was a fickle person who would not trust anyone except his own blood.