Torn By Fate Novels & Stories

Destiny studied him with searing eyes. “Then tell me everything. Leave out nothing.” Torock confessed every vile detail—every deal, every lie, every moment of betrayal. How he tricked Haroon. How he invited the demons into the Realm. Far across the lands, the tremors subsided. Fates and creatures awoke, shaken. “Dad,” a young Fate asked, “what caused us all to black out?” “I don’t know,” he replied, rubbing his temples. “But ReNew sensed something. Something so powerful it made her retreat without a word.”

The second horn sounded. "Well, I take that as my cue to leave. Have fun finding the rest of the poles," Logan waved it in front of us before strolling away without a care in the world. Rachel gritted her teeth out of anger. She had dried leaves in her hair. She pointed at me. "She's bad luck. I'm not spending another second with her." "But we can't be separated, we have to stick together as a team..."

He ignored the sting of the movement. "Look at me." She looked up. Her brown eyes were wide, flecked with gold from the candlelight. "Fate is a bully," Oreon murmured. "It pushes us. It burns our houses down. It sends warlords and priestesses to tear us apart." He leaned closer across the desk. "But we are still here. Not because of fate. But because we chose to stay." He raised his bandaged hand and brushed her cheek with his knuckles. The rough texture of the linen against her soft skin sent a shiver through her.

But I sat there like a block of ice, unable to stir or think at all distinctly about anything. The Goddess final words are stuck in my head like bad juke-box on repeat. “Three fates held by a common doom and destiny. One bond was broken. "But there were new threads woven.” “She wasn’t referring to me, Lyra and Draven at that moment. About the tangled knot of history and possibility among the three of us.” All my connection with Lyra was cut off, snapped by my own failures and malice. I wrecked something that was priceless and that cannot be fixed; it can’t be reversed with a piece of paper, no matter how sturdy and thick.

The parchment crackles softly as it opens, revealing lines of ink that have somehow survived time, war, and silence. “Read it,” she says. My throat feels tight as I step forward, crouching slightly so the firelight catches the words. For a moment, I just stare. And then, I read. "Bound by blood, separated by shadow, united by fate—only forgiveness breaks the curse." The words hit me like a physical force. My breath catches sharply. I reach out before I realise I’m doing it, my fingers brushing the edge of the scroll as if that will steady the sudden storm rising inside me.

Since I couldn't shift, and they knew I was gifted the power of immortality, they'd chase me every full moon and tear me apart knowing I wouldn't die. Every full moon, I go through the same kind of torture but my everyday life wasn't any better. As I ran through the woods, breathing ever so loudly, I hoped with all of me that they would not get me but as usual, it was all in vain. I was still running when Raven jumped at me from behind, falling me to the ground. Soon, I saw my dad come up to me and as I closed me eyes for the inevitable pain, I heard Raven speak. “Slitting your throat would be too easy tonight”.

I lay down with them around me, and let the feelings swallow me. I howl again, up at the moon where she is beginning to shine through the darkening sky. Why… why have you done this to me, Goddess? Why gift me a mate so early, only to take her away before I ever got the chance to claim her? My brothers join in with my lament, voices rising above the trees. I feel utterly broken and empty. I feel Tobias’s grief and anger, and every so often I feel her sadness. It is eating me alive.

The pond reminds her of the rivers in her village, and how she and her brothers used to play inside the water. Lost in the reminisce of her family memories, she begins to sing the song her mother taught her. It is about a sailor, who went on a voyage to salvage the sea for his family and on his way, was hit by a strong storm, swaying him off course. Lost in the sea, the sailor sings this song in remembrance of his loved ones. It is a beautiful song, full of sadness and love, and the sailor’s situation feels a bit close to home. Believing herself alone with the darkness, she allows herself to dive into the feelings that echos within her heart. Her family, whom she misses so much. The Queen, w

“Then let’s end this before it ends us.” My stomach twisted. Fate Pack. I hadn’t heard that name in so long that it felt foreign on my skin, like an old scar someone suddenly pressed too hard. My pack.My curse. The place I had been sold from. I forced my lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Fate Pack, huh? Guess the universe has a sick sense of humor.” Adam didn’t look at me, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “It’s not humor. It’s destiny.”

The curse sealed my mouth as surely as chains. Everything was a mess. My mate lost in sorrow. My twin turning into a beast in her eyes. Lyra trying her best, but even she couldn’t fill the gap. If history had taught me anything, it was this: my mate would suffer more than me. That’s the curse’s cruelty. I needed to change fast.