Torn By Fate Novels & Stories

That should change things. Tarsi spun around, creating new sentences above him. He was aware enough to feel the rage and grief behind them. "The death of a Fate was a private thing. Its sentence only able to be carried out by those who knew it well. Who worked alongside it as empires grew and fell." "To stop the Unravelling, the Fate itself would have to be undone and used to patch up the tears in the fabric of reality. The doors to the Meeting Room slammed shut and an ages-old ritual began."

Fate and time were most cunning and bitchy things, they could make you a king in one moment and worse than a beggar in the next, and if they wanted to play with you, they could take you back to the heights and who knew when they will throw you into pit of hell fire. Never underestimated these two cunning things because if time could help you heal your wounds, then it could also tear them down brutally by bringing you living nightmare infront of you and fate, didn't even ask about it because it was like that in one moment it will give you all the happiness and in the next moment it will tell you "I was just joking, don't be serious".

he furrows his eyebrow at my words, so I tell him everything Selene told me. When I’m finished, he growls loudly at what Fate has done, not just to me but to others. Fate has always been a trickster. Playing with the lives of everyone, she is a puppet master. People blame their god for how their lives have turned out, but in reality it’s fate’s doing. She is vicious and can destroy you on a whim. No rhyme or reason. It depends on her mood.

And at the same time, the dark red apples fell, leaving an ominous sound. I could see her gaze change to that of a sad person. “Your tribrid status makes you have to bear a heavy fate. I understand your feelings, Grace. Fate has written your destiny before you were born into this world.” My eyes filled with tears as I heard her words. That's right! I wasn't doing well. From the past until now, my fate has always been an unpleasant one. My life is like a gambling game, where only those with great power can determine my fate.

" So, I'm gonna become a widow and a single mom all at the same time? Huh? You just left me with our little boy, and you think I'm fit enough to take care of him? What gain have I to live in this world? We never promised each other for a child, we promised for more. But why... Why do you have to leave with out saying good bye? Why do you have to leave me with our child? Why now? Why today?! " Stacey touched my shoulder, " We can't question fate. I felt as much pain as you do, but Aunty Fel said, fate must play it's part. " " Fate played a shit in me. It took the one I love away! Some times I believe fate is always right, but now I've just seen how stupid and annoying it is! Fate would never

I whispered bitterly, though the accusation held no anger—just sadness. I slumped back against the pillows, the letter clutched tightly in my hand. This is all too much, I thought. My family—the people I had trusted—were built on half-truths and broken promises. And now Victor was gone, leaving me to sort through the wreckage alone. --- The next morning came far too quickly. A soft knock at the door jolted me awake, though I couldn’t remember falling asleep again. The light streaming through the tall windows was harsh, cutting through my already pounding headache.

“It means bitter soul. It’s like what you explained. A lost soul, whether they lost themselves while they were still alive, or after they died, and they wander, looking for a life to take over. If you had read more about it all, you would have been prepared.” “Hey now.” I pulled back, but she pushed me back down. “Lay down. I want to check your head.” Toya pushed again and Wendy helped her part my hair. “Amy.” She hissed as she saw the damage. I laid back down, but huffed out my breath. “I read that book, inside and out.” “There were a few pages stuck together. I don’t know why.” Toya tapped a page. “Wendy helped me figure it out.”

I soon learned werewolves were hunting down witches, thinking we had cast some kind of spell on them. The Fated Plague killed tens of thousands of werewolves, and as a result, just as many witches were hunted, wrongfully accused, and killed as well. My mother tried to reason with our pack; she was a witch after all, and our father fell ill to the Fated Plague. Why would she want her own mate to die? I learned then that people don’t see reason when all they want is revenge.

A chorus of mourning that rattles the very ground. We lift our heads and join them, our voices rising to the moon, howling our loss as the goddess shines down on what remains. We may have survived — but Silver Dawn has been gutted. The pack has lost its heart and its future in a single night. And deep inside me, one thought takes root, sharp and unshakable: this wasn’t random. This wasn’t chance. Someone sent those rogues. And someone is going to pay.

Right then, it dawned on her that she was walking into a golden cage, filled with hidden truths and guarded by a man whose heart seemed frozen in time. But cages could be broken. And maybe—just maybe—ice would melt.