The Roundabout Way Of Fate Novels & Stories

This is one of the many reminders that we are more alike than we wish to acknowledge. And if we continue to live the way we do right now - where the strong oppress the weak and the voiceless is swallowed up by the voiced - we disgrace the past and don’t deserve the future. Fate, they say, is inevitable… but fate, for me, is just another word for bad luck. Hence, fate is not meant to control us… if you fail to control your fate, it will control you. I am at a cross road where I cannot tell what is real and what’s not anymore… I just hope I’m not losing it.”

The bodyguards dragged me roughly out of the hospital and threw me into the cold mud outside. Heavy rain poured down, smashing against my twisted body. This was the most remote slum in Neopolis. Homeless people die on these streets every day. I struggled to open my eyes. Rain hit my eyelids, twisting everything in my vision into a blur. Facing death once again, my heart suddenly became calm. Being reborn wasn’t to defy fate, but to let me experience once more, clearly and deeply, what it meant to have ten thousand arrows pierce the heart and be torn apart piece by piece.

I was… moving. The roads opened, and my beast responded to my command. Smooth, powerful, and secured around me. I hummed a song of appreciation, thanking the Goddess for aligning my path with Ysara. Uncertainty may still cloud my mind, questions that needed answers, and a future that was so uncertain I didn’t even know I could live till the day I was finally reconnected with a piece of my soul. But for now… just for a moment… I was going to live!

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

He said and my dad looked at him in shock. “My daughters”? He asked and smiled nervously. “My daughter's just clocked nineteen, they are still young and don't need mates yet. Especially not one who is not their fated”. He said and alpha George nodded. “I understand you want to protect them, but this is an order Micheal. If you don't choose one, you'll have to put both of them on the line and let fate play it's game”. He said and I could see dad bend his head for a long time before he raised his head to look at alpha George.

But because I can't understand which language it is from. [Death and fate...is interconnected in hierarchical relationship. With death a little lower than fate. You see, Fate dictates what happened to every person's life. Every decision, every circumstances, every thoughts, every actions and how it has ripple effects on everyone around you, all of it is planned and predicted by fate. Coincidence never exists, only inevitable. And you, Alice dear, were blessed to have access to this great fate. You can have control. That's the power strings can bestow upon you.]

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Sometimes the slightest things change the directions of our lives, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment that connects like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed direction on the strength of a chance remark.

Adrian shook his head and said, “What I see is beyond your understanding. Just listen. I only wish to see your fate. Everything in this world has its destiny. The past sows the seeds and the future reaps the results. Fate works similarly. There might be a main line of destiny with countless branches twisting around it, correcting or deviating from it. “Today, I’ve seen your calamity. I can’t pinpoint a single main cause because there are too many influencing factors. For instance, your choice to hunt those five people instead of sharing the resources of this cave. “There are many factors affecting the main line of fate. This is the first time I’ve felt my own insignificance. These branches o