Torn By Fate Novels & Stories

'Soon, we'll see her,' He growls, his voice sounding deep. 'Soon.' That also means we get closer to having her make a decision. It feels like fate doesn't want us together, as ever since we met, she has always had to make decisions that border on ending our relationship or moving on with it. There are a lot of boundaries surrounding us, and it feels like the closer we get to breaking one, the farther it pushes away from us. I feel Thane's excitement die down as we get to the floor, and just like that, the trail I was following disperses. It leaves me wondering if I had just imagined her scent because I wanted to find her badly.

"Fate rarely asks permission." Anger flared hot and sharp. "Fate didn't protect me when my mate betrayed me. Fate didn't stop my best friend from stabbing me in the back." Ronan turned to face me fully then, his expression unreadable but intense. "Fate did not abandon you," he said. "It redirected you." I shook my head. "I will not be part of another destiny that destroys me." "You won't be destroyed," he said firmly. "Not this time."

“Why couldn’t she just drop me in your lap? If she created me… if all of this was some master plan, then why did my life have to be a never-ending shitshow just to get here?” Ronan went quiet. But I wasn’t finished. “I’ve been hunted, cursed, isolated—hated. All while this goddess sat in the stars playing puppet master.” “Yeah,” Ronan said finally. His voice was softer now. “Mine too.” I looked over at him, and his eyes were shadowed. Haunted in the way only someone who’s survived too long can be. “That’s the thing about fate,” he said. “Even if the path’s laid out… you still have to walk it. You still have to choose it.”

I tried to keep my head high as I was led away, but even pride needed air to breathe, and right now, the air was thinning, my pride slowly slipping but I managed to hold it. Tristan on the other hand, his pride was hurt. It had been blatantly obvious in his eyes, hurt by how things had taken a turn. He'd thought that he had captured me, forced the blood pact on me, punished me and when he was done breaking me, he would break off the blood pact, and then kill me. But fate had laughed in his face. It didn't work that way. It was cruel. Unpredictable. I didn't like fate because it never played in my favor… until now. For once since everything that had happened I felt hope. I felt fate at my sid

Then he turns, climbs into the car—and drives away. No words. No goodbye. Just gone. ⸻ I scream. A sound from the depths of my soul as my heart shatters. The ultimate betrayal. The ultimate heartbreak. After everything we’ve been through, all the pain, all the waiting… the bond is finally in place—and he still doesn’t want me. The thought destroys me. My wolves surround me, howling in agony, trying to take the pain from me. But it’s too late. I fall apart from the inside out—ruined once again by the only person I’ve ever truly loved. The end

I open the door. It's like putting my head into a hurricane. Four hundred and twelve minds crash over me, bright and loud and terrified. A baby wailing. A man weeping over a lost coin. Hattie's rough old voice, praying. Jory dreaming of fighting dragons. Miriam drowning in nightmare, Dad lost in a dark hallway, calling for a woman who isn't there. “Aida,” he cries, in a dream. "Stay with me," Torn says, ragged. "Bron. Stay with me."

“We can. All we can do is deny it. But Paris…there is no denial. I believe this is fate telling us…” “Fate would never bind you to the daughter of the woman you once loved,” I interrupted before he could complete his statement. “Fate would never bind you to the child of your brother. Fate can’t be so cruel, and manipulative,” I added. His eyes wandered a bit, then his hand withdrew. “This shows you know nothing about fate. If fate wasn’t cruel or manipulative, why did it take your father away and leave you in the hands of a woman like Selene who turned you into a tool?”

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

I still can't believe what kind of game fate is playing with me. It seems like every time I think things are finally going well, something unexpected happens to throw me off course. It's as if fate enjoys keeping me on my toes and testing my resilience. Everything started with losing my family at my wedding, and then my child Liam came into my life. I was happy, but then Brandon came and swiped me off my feet with his charm and charisma, making me fall in love with him at a time when I thought love was not for me after losing Jared. However, just when I thought I had found happiness again, fate decided to test me once more. Brandon changed and revealed a side of himself that I never could ha

Josie sighed, “Sometimes the elders in this village are more narrow minded the townsfolk. I didn’t know it would stem to this.” “Please don’t worry Josie. From what I know pain last for years but soon enough they would understand that what occurred was no one’s fault. It was—” “Fate?” Shawn finished his words, causing the man’s eyes to stop of him. He scoffed at the word. “Yes, fate. Something written by someone who create us as they lead our life in their will. There is nothing more that I hate than trusting whatever ‘fate’ this world has for us.”