Torn By Fate Novels & Stories

Huga replied calmly but his wand was already moving to send an attack. Creos smirked and quickly threw Raizel's spirit in the vortex he created, then took his halberd and deflect the coming attack. "Sorry, kid. Fate will decide your life, there's just isn't enough time." The man closed the vortex, but before it closed completely, she heard him whispered, "Chase it, kid. Chase the ordinary life you want." And then black out.

If it was a battle of swords, they would have fought it but it was a battle of fate so they were waiting anxiously. In each person, there was a measure of good and bad, in everyone's fate there was fortune and misfortune. However, for Devlin and Sarah, both the misfortune and fortune was this love...which was cruelly torn apart by fate. (Book 2 of the fate series coming soon! Stay tuned. Follow me on social media as @her_bleeding_pen for more updates. I hope you like and enjoy the novel! Please rate and write a review on my goodreads page. It will bring me great pleasure to read your reviews! until Sarah and Devlin meet again, until we meet again, dear readers!)

Fate has a funny way of playing with people. He has a funny way of making people believe that they have finally found the one that they are fated to be with only to have their hearts broken. And once you have thought that you have already moved on, fate will once again come and make you feel the same thing you felt in the past, before you got your heart crashed.

Well, that child is the Tiger he had just murdered and His Mate. Fate Just Got Badass. And it will sting like bloody hell. ******

The Fate, once written, holds an undeniable power over one's life. It becomes a destiny that cannot be escaped, no matter how desperately one tries. Luna had never envisioned herself being with Daniel, but the threads of fate were weaving their intricate pattern around her, drawing her closer to him. It seemed that history was determined to repeat itself, while Luna yearned to break free from the past life shadows.

For as laid-back as he could be, he was just as stubborn when it came to the people he loved. I gently massaged his arm. "Do you believe in fate?" He didn't answer, but I sighed softly. "I do. What's happening with Jace and me... it's fate." I stared off, gathering my thoughts. "You know, my parents are the perfect example. "They were orphans who worked hard, built a family, and turned their lives around. "Just when things were finally looking up, they died in that accident. That was their fate." They never got to enjoy the life they built. Fate didn't give them the chance to live out their days surrounded by the love they'd fought so hard for.

"Is she a game to you, which you want to win?" "look Alan, She belonged to me and now I want her back, you were just a replacement." Liam said. "She belongs to herself, she isn't an object Liam," Alan replied and walked away. He walked inside the room and saw Hazel sitting on the floor, she was hugging her knees and her body was shaking. He slowly made his way towards her and slowly knelt down next to her, "Hazel..." She slowly raised her face and looked at him, "Why is my life so messy Alan?" she asked and he just caressed her hair, "Everything will get better eventually, calm down."

All but Matteo and Harrison. "Do you need to do this?" Matteo asked, panic fueling his tone. Harrison my new friend remained paralysed to the spot, forced to accept his fate as our surroundings started to change. Everything melted and ashed away in bits and pieces like a sheet of paper being burned while the sky itself took a red tinge, casting everything in blood crimson.

This was a different kind of breaking. The fact that the woman he loved was tied to another was one thing. But the fact that they might have feelings for each other, that there was a real, tangible chance felt in a kiss, and yet could do nothing against the immovable wall of fate itself... that was a special kind of torture. His breath hitched, a ragged, broken sound. No matter how strong their pull was, fate would always, always bring her back to her fated half. And it was not him. He was just the wrong person who loved her at the wrong time, forever.

The promises were real. The offer, written plainly on paper, looked very promising. Almost too promising. It felt like I was falling into another fairytale. Another story I did not ask for. I was basically an orphan. My older brother, who is Aria’s father, had cut me off simply because I still kept in touch with the daughter he disowned. If I made this choice, I had no real family left to judge me. No one who truly cared about us. It felt like the decision had already been made. I was thinking of accepting it. Maybe not for me—but for Aria. For her freedom. For our survival.