True Magic Fate Novels & Stories

She buried her face into his broad chest and began to sob loudly. Aian fought down a smile at the look of utter bewilderment tinged with panic on the bodyguard’s face. “It’s okay, she’s not upset.” Dale gaped at him as the woman continued to sob against his chest. “Well, more like happy? She’s just been looking for you for a long time is all. She is the owner and editor of a twin flame magazine called Fate. I freelance for a lot of their photos.” Understanding flashed across Dale’s face and he carefully gathered her up in his arms to hold her tightly.

Revenge for killing my mate, and revenge for the power that should have never gone to her. I looked out of the cabin I was staying in and looked out at the forest. Birds chirped in the distance as the sun began to fall for the day. I took a sip of my tea before a smile spread on my face. Shortly after, a roar unlike I’d heard before echoed in the forest. Excitement filled my belly. It was officially time for the Queen to fall and a King to now control. THE END. THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE.

James asked, and I understood that he might view casting me aside for a fated mate as an act of respect, just as he had done to Ava. "Your chosen mate can't choose to leave you unless you disown her. It is improper to engage with your fated mate and subsequently forsake her," he said firmly, and Jack forcefully shook his head. "I did not engage in the full act with her, I swear," he claimed, and James shook his head. "Not in accordance with Monica," he said, and Jack looked displeased. Either he was being untruthful, or she was being untruthful; regardless of the circumstance, people would probably trust her due to her torn gown.

he said, voice cracking like ancient bark. A circle was drawn in silver dust across the marble floor. Wide. Sacred. Powerful enough to bind fate. They called it the Duel of Truth. A rite older than kings. You didn't bring swords into that circle. You brought your soul. And the deeper your lies, the harder they burned. Princess Zeina stepped into the circle as if it were her home.

A brutal one and I had lived it, but never again. If I found my true mate—my real one, the one fate had actually made for me—before Julius marked me as his chosen, then that bond with him would never form. It would be void. All I had to do was find him first. But the clock was ticking. And my parents—always loyal, blind, and devoted to Alpha Martin’s family—would never believe me if I told them the truth. I couldn’t exactly sit at breakfast table and say, Hey, Mom, Dad, small thing—I died, Julius cheats on me with Kimberly, and she stabs me on his rooftop. Pass the salt.

He rarely said my name, which made my heart break a little. I turned towards him and looked at him. “That night.” He said, eyes dark, unguarded. “Was the first time I believed in fate.” My breath caught. “And now?” I asked. His gaze dropped to his injured hand. “Now.” He said. “I believe that fate always comes back to collect.” I left but the memory stayed. ----------------------------------------------

And with a small voice that no one could hear, she added, "It all depends on the Fates." "Winner! Zabdiel Lewelyn!" ~O~O~O~ The rounds continued until there were only nine of them. Zabdiel, Barbie, Kieran, Clive, "Bloom", a Fire Kryst named Ine, a Water Kryst named Ylena, Crystal Kryst Thēna, and a Shadow Kryst named Saito. Zabdiel and Ine went first. The Fire Kryst was stronger and wiser, he defeated Zabdiel in a short time span. Thankfully, Zabdiel was not injured so much.

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

"You told me you wanted to repay me for your mistakes. I finally found a way for you." "Umm... How can I repay you then?" "Be my girlfriend." "WHAT?" Upon hearing this, her ears perked up as if she had gotten an electric shock. Her wide eyes searched for an explanation in their eye contact. "I'm giving you a chance to repay me. Pretend to be my girlfriend for a month until my brother's wedding." Taking a pause, he added, "Besides, you started this mess. You need to clean it too." "I-" He took his phone out and offered her a QR scan.