Novel & Cerita Twisted Fate Of Love

“it was all a mistake Daniel just let me think through. Newly kind of person I am and you know this is definitely unlike me to do.” “Well Ta-da! Your mistake is the mistake of a century. Due touched her without thinking about the consequences and now there is a curse, a glowing mark, and the shaman is talking about her lovers dying if she dies from the severity of the black magic. And somehow I am dragged into it. Somehow your fault becomes my fault and your problems becomes my problem. When are we going to learn to grow up?.” “We are twins, remember?” Marcus said quietly, almost as if he was talking about the weather. “What affects me affects you. I didn't cost for myself to be a twin and n

And I realized— The greatest threat wasn’t Archer Cain. Or the black feather. It was the past— And the people we thought we knew. Because in this twisted dance— Trust was a weapon. And betrayal— The final move. --- I looked at Sophia. She looked back. Our hands found each other in the dark. A promise. A fight. A future. But the question hung in the air— Who would survive the game? And what would be left— When the black feather finally fell?

The other dripped shadow so deep it erased the ground beneath its feet. Both reached for me. --- The wind bent toward the fracture. Hollowflame crowned me in fire. Dorian’s hand closed harder around mine. And Fate’s whisper slid against my ear, softer now but impossibly near: “Choose wrong… and you will not survive the choosing.”

His shirt is torn, his head bowed—but the moment her scent fills the air, he stiffens, slowly raising his head to look at her, drained as he blinks slowly. “Lena,” Lena’s lips curl into something sinister as she gets closer with the lamp, seeing his face properly, the face of her fated mate, the man she's supposed to spend the rest of her life with but shame, she has other plans. “Still fighting? That's adorable,” “Why would you do this to me?” Each word spills past his lips as if he's losing the ability to stay conscious. She tilts her head, her expression morphing from sinister to ice-cold. “Because fate made a mistake.”

I reached for her, but she recoiled as though my touch burned. The weight of forbidden love, of a mate bond we could never consummate, crashed over us. My wolf howled in agony, clawing at the cage of my chest, rage and devastation tearing through me. Because fate, in its cruel twist, had made me her mate and her brother. How do you walk away from the one person the moon destined for you, when they carry your blood?

But I was determined to make things right. I dropped to my knees beside him and took his face in my hands. I pressed her forehead to his and could feel our breath mingled. “Thane, you're my fated mate. And I love you. Give me the honour of taking this. Give me your wish, Thane. Whatever it is you want and it's yours. Tell me what you want." Thane was breathing heavily. I could tell he was on his last strength. "Give me what it takes to defeat him." He spoke through mangled breaths.

I tried to scream her name, to explain, to apologize, but the words were a dry ache in my throat. “I blame you, Robert! Why couldn’t you love me?” she cried, her form dissolving and reforming in the darkness. “You'll never have any peace.” I lunged for her, desperate to touch her, to tell her how sorry I was, but my hands passed through her like smoke. The ground beneath me gave way, and I plummeted into a dark abyss, the crimson mire now a swirling, suffocating pool of blood. I thrashed, fighting against the suffocating liquid, but it clung to me, pulling me down, like quick sand.