There Are Fates Worse Than Death Novels & Stories

The exhaustion from the day's troubles was too much for his hypoglycemic system. Jason fiddled away with the envelope which slipped off his quivering hands. Losing his balance, Jason dropped to the marble floor with a loud thud, and everything blacked out. *** Song: Anna of the north (Lovers) 💔💔 You told me I would never see you walk away. Said you'd never break my heart Never leave me in the dark I guess there are just some promises we shouldn't make Shoulda knew from the start I'm in the dark Show a little loving

, he said as he sips more wine. “You see, he continued “if I don't present my wife at age 30, I will have to vacate this empire until I'm able to... However, anybody who does it first becomes the rightful owner”, now you see my fate, he said with every sense of remorse.

I will not allow you to remain on the surface of this earth because I know if given the opportunity, you will do it again. I hereby sentence you to death by hanging in broad daylight under the sun. The noose will remain on your neck until no more life is left in you. While your life force seeps away slowly, I hope you have the heart to repent and maybe find favour in the eyes of the goddess," I said, and everyone knew how excruciating that would be. It was still quicker than what would happen to Larry. Larry's punishment was worse because he would beg for death, but it would never come. It was a very terrible thing.

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

We all nod in silent agreement. Looking around the delivery room, I see all of us sharing an emotion that most of us have forgotten about since the Fated Plague took so many of our loved ones and changed all of our lives in such horrific ways. Hope. THE END Now you are probably wondering, "When is the next book?!" Book 3: Choosing Fate (Saph's Story)- Coming Winter of 2023 Consider engaging with me in places such as the Book of Faces and/or The Gram of Instant Gratification ;)

“We have to stay, even if we feel like we’re going to die. The bond is strong…our bond is stronger than the hate we’ll have for each other. We can overcome everything.” “What if we…” I started running down scenarios, trying to find alternatives, trying to find ways that didn’t end up with Sebastian dead, and with Troy and me hating each other so much that we’d destroy each other in the process. “No,” Troy said. “Stop. There is no way. The Fates showed me every possible path. They all lead to the same end.”

And how many more will die and wash back down to my womb, for this deathless mother to grieve? {No more. This time of half-hearted peace is at its end. From the ashes, a new dawn shall rise. A perfectly logical new world; infinitely smaller, more primal and more desperate. Abaddon shall be released from bondage and lay waste to man’s cities. The cleansing fire of pestilence shall harvest the mortals to near extinction. Only then can possibilities be granted exclusively to those who deserve them.} If the Fate Weaver has her way there’ll be no world left to go back to. I’m sprinting by the cafe towards the fateful backstreet. Just a little bit more…

Her footsteps receded, leaving me alone with my thoughts, with the weight of her words. I clenched my fist until my nails tore into my palm. Was death truly the worst fate for a Strigoi? No. Death was too clean, too merciful. For Martina, for Dragomir, I longed for something worse. Something eternal. A torment that would make them beg for the oblivion I would deny them. If such a fate existed, I would drag it from the shadows and make it theirs.

Before we get into the realm, we need to talk about the fates. The fates go by the names, Arantxa, Malfada and Ataturé, each having the respective role of creating the life of a mortal, Speaking good, bad and challenges into the life of the mortal and ending the mortal's life. These beings are seen as heavily ornamented females clothed in white gowns and jewelries of plain gold. Over to Abaddon the realm itself. Abaddon is a certified realm that is connected towards earth, serving as the realm of the fates. Possessing red clouds and an ugly and dead environment, it lives up to its name, "Abaddon" which translates to destruction.

“Does he hate me?” “What? No, of course not,” he says and I hear the rustle of his leather jacket. “I think you caught him off guard, dove; no one catches Death off guard. But that’s not something you have to worry about, you were put in our path for a reason.” I sigh. “Because the Four Fates are tied to the Horsemen. Yeah, I think I got that bit,” I say before leaning my head against the window. “But why do I feel like there’s more? Like there’s…something bigger coming?”