Torn By Fate Novels & Stories

Smiling, I tilted my head and looked at Zydan as I slid my hand down his arm and linked my fingers through his. Although our current situation has settled, our story is only getting started now. This time around, I was looking forward to what fate had in store for us. With a smile, I rested my head and looked at the road ahead. Like the road, there will be many more twists and turns in our future. At least now, we both knew that we had each other no matter what was in store for us.

“That’s what you did, isn’t it? Look where that fucking got you!” He doesn’t answer, just tilts his head as the chains rattle above him faintly. “You flinch when they talk about fate,” he says after a long pause. “But you don’t look away. That’s how I know you’re dangerous. You’re not broken—you’re sharpening.” That word—fate—tastes like poison in my mouth. It used to mean something holy. Now, it means rot in silk robes. He shifts in the dark, his shackles creaking. “Most of the ones they keep down here either beg or go quiet. You? You bleed like it’s a message. You look at your own wounds like they’re scripture. I’ve seen witches carve themselves for less.”

I whispered, but Kaiden chuckled. A chill ran down my spine when I looked back at him, and the kind man I had seen only moments before vanished before my eyes, a darkness coming over his features. “Fate is not always rainbows and butterflies, white wolf. It would be wise for you to remember that." *** I jerked up and out of bed, breathing rapidly as I blinked several times to adjust my eyes. The morning sun was blinding as it came in through the open balcony doors, and I looked to my side to see Kaiden was no longer next to me.

she replied, forcing the words out evenly, “but I’d rather stand here shaking than crawl at your feet.” For a moment, neither moved. Predator and prey locked in a battle of will. Then his mouth twisted into a dangerous smile. “You won’t be standing for long.” The pain in her side throbbed, but she held his gaze, unbroken. And then something inside her cracked. It was a violent, splintering snap. Pain, fear, and betrayal shattering into something harder. It all twisted together and became something else entirely. FURY.

They will all cry of blood and beg but no mercy. My heart suddenly felt a spung of pain but I neglect it. My tears are already in my eyes but I controlled it so much not to flow in my face. my hands are trembling with such anger but nothing can erase it. I tried to calm but as I remember those flowers, animals and the forest being burned with no mercy, my heart instantly feel agony. I felt deep pity for the lost lives that humans didn't realize. I felt deep anger to those who did that such crime. Maybe he was happy that he hurt the feelings of the owner by doing revenge in those flowers, but time will come he will die in frint of me. I unconsciously kneeled because of sympathy I can't hold o

FATE. The development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power; an inevitable and often tragic end. Having survived the frightening split, Anna refused to abandon Dylan. She was determined to understand the origin of his trauma—the deep childhood wounds that amplified the betrayal. As Dylan slowly emerged from his depressive state, he revealed the core of his BPD, the result of parental emotional abandonment and manipulation, leading Anna to realize that the monster was merely a frightened boy shaped by a cruel, predetermined fate.

“I needed to warn you.” “About what?” I question. Now I have an overwhelming feeling that this is about T. T is Fate’s brother, and after Time taking over his body and completely controlling him, this must be what this is about. However, I don’t see where I come in. “Fate, what are you talking about?” “Time is leaving T’s boyd tonight forever,” he tells me. “However, not in such a pleasant way.” “What do you mean?” Fate looks grim. “The way he is going to do it includes exacting revenge. And he’s doing it tonight.”

It was but the way of the world. Strings that were once connected cannot be simply untangled and connect another fresh new thread in the wheel of time. There must be a shattering first. One must break asunder in order to truly rise from the ashes of its fall. And in the end, even the infinite fates of peoples were woven once more from the start. Those who were fated to die had taken a different path and lived. And those that were mere bleached bones and dust in the winds had reversed the hands of Lady Luck in order to breathe in the cold sizzling air into their chests.

Is all he said, before getting away from there. That woman gazed at his vanishing figure and then looked down at her lap, where his and her money were placed together. She grabbed them together and then hugged her child. She pecked his forehead "The two broken pieces of one soul," She uttered because she had completely understood the game of fate, which had broken a soul in two and now there was a wait, until those broken pieces turned into one again but only after stabbing each other.

I watch as Beth crumbles in my mother's arms and kick myself for letting Shawn follow me to the military, let alone this mission. "I'm sorry, I broke my promise," I choke quietly and Beth looks at me. "No you didn't," she chokes quietly and comes in my arms. "They came from behind you Melanie, it's not like you walked out into gunfire. Shawn is strong, she's coming back from this. She has to, she promised me, she promised Jordan."