True Magic Fate Novels & Stories

Final Goodbye. Leo and I were alone in the room. He sat beside me on the bed and took my hand in his. "You have so many lovers. But you have ended up with me. It's called fate. You are my fate. And no one can change fate. I love you, and thank you for giving me a chance." Saying that he pulled me into a kiss. Fate. Everyone can change their fate. Last time I made a mistake by changing my fate. Now I have corrected my mistake and changed my fate. I'm happy to be with my fated mate. My wish came true.

I steadied myself. “Reborn? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” However, Lily refused to let go of my hand. She dropped straight to her knees. “I know you are. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have agreed to marry Mark so easily, and you wouldn’t have given him so many ideas. Em, please save me, help me.” Lily would only call me “Em” when she begged. We were twins, but because I was born a few minutes earlier, I became the older one.

I grinned as I tried not to chuckled, “It’s a blessing, Vanessa.” “Now I know why my body feels heavy.” King spoke. “Why is it?” I asked with a grin. He smirked, “Considering that I've been carrying faithfulness and thoughtfulness in me. And not to mention my handsomeness.” I wasn't able to hold back and I joined Vanessa and Clarisse laughed, but still in a controlled manner. Vanessa sighed, “Seriously. I really wanted to have a thoughtful and faithful man but I can't seem to find it.”

"But everything else became so hectic, I didn't get the chance to explain. I am sorry." "You know?" Astrid's chest tightens with anticipation. She didn't even realize she was worried about this until now. "I found it written in an old book after we returned to the palace that sometimes fate does not decide a course of a certain thing. It lets you do that and the future spreads into two roads that you could choose which one to walk on. That's why the shaman shows both stones. Yes and no are both true answers to the question." Loras explains. "So fate lets us choose if we are mates or not? How do we do that?"

Outside, the storm raged on, but in this cave, it felt like they were the only two people in the world. “Yeah, well my brother found his true mate when we were pups.” he explained. Lyra tilted her head. “What does that mean, true mates?” He paused for a moment, giving her a sideways glance telling her she should already know this. But her pack had never taught her. All she knew were fairy tales. Why hadn’t they? “True mates are... what the legends are made of. You know each other from the moment you meet, connect deep within your soul. Makes you believe in fate.” He sighed. “Or so I am told.”

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

I slipped on a pair of thick socks and crept towards the bedroom door. As I entered the hallway, the sound of voices made me halt. I could hear Atlas and Finn talking from the living room. Their tones weren't hushed, leading me to believe they weren't trying to hide the topic of their conversation. One word in particular stood out, the one word I had been over analyzing since my sudden transformation. True-mates. "You are lucky, Atlas. Most Fae spend thousands of years alone, all without ever meeting their true-mate. Most marry and produce children, but will never know the fulfillment of meeting their true-mate." Finn's voice sounded heavy, loaded with hundreds of year's worth of knowledge.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

I said " fine, that's cool but I hope you don't mind me telling her everything" he threatened "fuck you john" I cursed " I will take that as a deal" he said "48 hours from now, I will be expecting your call, 48 hours to decide Angelina, just 48 hours girl. I hope you make good use of your time", he said before leaving the restaurant.

To think he might never be in the presence of Iaosu's aura again was too painful to consider. Unfortunately, he knew Fate well enough - as he was one of them - to know that such cards could be dealt. Loves got lost. Sometimes forever. "I'm not moping," Agent insisted moodily. He flexed his naked tom feet behind the glow of the aura. "If I play this truth game, or whatever it is, will it mean I can get King back?" "It's not a game purr-se." Tarsi set his tangles down and clapped his paws together. The scenery changed and they were now sitting in a lovely, well-kept garden at a table set for tea. "It's a conversation of wits."