Torn By Fate Novels & Stories

"The more you try to fight fate, the more it comes back to bite you in the back." "I disagree with that," I said sharply. The words came out more forcefully than I'd intended, but I didn't care. "I was murdered in my first life in cold blood. This second chance I have had... I have changed things. I have defied fate." Dayo shook her head again. "Fate is like energy. It cannot be created nor can it be destroyed. The wheel turns, but the wind, situation, and road will determine which direction and the speed at which it turns. You cannot defy fate. You can only pass it to another or push it forward."

Why was I brought here? What kind of twisted game was this? Was this all part of some cruel conspiracy? The memory of being attacked, dragged, suffocated, stripped of everything, kept playing in my mind like a nightmare in a circle. My head throbbed, but the ache in my heart was worse. Why me? Why was I always the one fate decided to punish? I glanced down at myself, still hidden beneath the bedcover, fear twisting in my gut as I examined my body for signs of something worse. But… thankfully, I hadn’t been violated.

The other dripped shadow so deep it erased the ground beneath its feet. Both reached for me. --- The wind bent toward the fracture. Hollowflame crowned me in fire. Dorian’s hand closed harder around mine. And Fate’s whisper slid against my ear, softer now but impossibly near: “Choose wrong… and you will not survive the choosing.”

"This is impossible! Violetta promised me! She promised! After my ceremony, we'd hold our Marking Ceremony. We were going to be together forever!" His voice broke as he sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "And Sylvan... he's just a young pup! I haven't even taught him how to ride a bike yet..." He began to claw at the ruins, his hands trembling with desperation. The flames still smoldered, and as he dug, the heat burned his hands, blistering his skin. The servants rushed to stop him, but he shoved them away with a primal growl. "Don't touch me!" he shouted. "Don't stop me from getting to Violetta and Sylvan! I was wrong! I shouldn't have chased after power! I betrayed them... o

Was that supposed to mean nothing in the face of some ancientp rophecy? I clenched my fists, my jaw tight. No. I wouldn’t let fate take her from me. Not without a fight.

the woman teased, running a manicured finger down his chest. Callan hummed. “Not at all.” Hazel’s breath caught. She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t care. And yet, she did. Her wolf stirred, an unfamiliar ache blooming in her chest. The woman smirked and leaned in closer. “You’re in a good mood today. What changed?” Callan exhaled through his nose, his lips twitching in amusement. “Fate is a funny thing.” Hazel’s stomach twisted. Fate. Was he talking about her?

I held his pants and resumed the undressing but then I wasn’t rushing anymore. I couldn’t. Not while I knew what was down there. I could already see the outline. And I couldn’t believe it. It was… Fate must be toiling with me. Fate has always sent misfortune my way, scourging me with pain, heartbreak, and torment, and then out of nowhere I’m suddenly fated to a mate who happens to be the sexiest male alive. And he’s mine. Isn’t it crazy? How is it even possible?

I brushed my fingers gently through his hair absentmindedly while staring silently out the window, Dylan sat beside us unusually quiet, lost in thought. “What are you thinking about?” I asked softly eventually. He glanced toward Leo first before answering. “How different life could’ve been,” he admitted quietly. My chest tightened gently after hearing that. “I think about that too sometimes,” I whispered. “If I found you earlier…” he started softly before stopping himself. “You did find me,” I interrupted gently. He looked toward me carefully afterward. “You know what I mean,” he murmured, yes, I did know. Years had been lost unnecessarily because of one drunken night and two broken people w

welsh went to the sitting room, patiently waiting for her husband to return home. It was very late, Jonz and Mr.welsh still anxiously waiting at Jude's place, hoping Jude would appear. 3 hours later, jude wearing his favorite hoodie, walked to his place. He noticed something was wrong, he turned his head around the vicinity,seeing nothing. Jude the walked to his door, as he was opening his door, he noticed that his door was unlocked, jonz was terrified, asking himself if he was the one that left his door open, he checked his lock, and realized that it was broken, then he realized that someone has entered his house "why would someone broke into my house, what for" Jude ask himself.

Trust was completely erased from my dictionary. Hate is the only emotion I feel now. Why? Why? I loved him. My first love, my mate. I had no idea what my fate had for me as up until now nothing good has happened. Will I die now that my mate has rejected me? All type questions bombarded me like arrows thrusting my heart. I have reached. The border line of my pack. I was left with no choice but to do this. I don’t know the consequences but I had to do this.