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“I needed to warn you.” “About what?” I question. Now I have an overwhelming feeling that this is about T. T is Fate’s brother, and after Time taking over his body and completely controlling him, this must be what this is about. However, I don’t see where I come in. “Fate, what are you talking about?” “Time is leaving T’s boyd tonight forever,” he tells me. “However, not in such a pleasant way.” “What do you mean?” Fate looks grim. “The way he is going to do it includes exacting revenge. And he’s doing it tonight.”

Her pulse tripped, and he squeezed her fingers as if to acknowledge her surprise with his own. Before anyone could say a word, the box vanished in a puff of white smoke. "Well," Aunt Mara said after a long pause. "I guess that means Celeste approves." Look for the rest of the Fated series coming soon

But thankfully, our kind, loving God— the God of Creation, also the God of Fate… already gave each and every one of us a rightful role and job here in this world… even before we are born. And we will fulfil what he gave to us.' Afterwards, I remember asking about what dad's job is. 'To nurture you and your little sister,' he said. Somehow, I could never forget that sentimental smile he made that time. I wonder if dad already knew that would happen on that day. If I had a job given by the God of Fate… I guess I've already fulfilled its role. For now, all I had is to look for a place to die. However, the thought of suicide had never crossed my mind even once.

I told them how I am a hybrid descended from the first fated mates. When I look out, I see despair fill some faces of the hybrids I have met over the last few weeks since the war ended. They’re reflecting on the loneliness they’ve felt and known, and for them, knowing they would never have a fated mate. Yet here I stand, a hybrid like them, but the Moon goddess blessed me with a fated mate. I don’t dwell on that sadness when I recall why I’m standing up here and the news that I get to share with them.

I furrow my brows, “fated mate? Explain what that is?” She smiles, “werewolves have fated mates, the Moon Goddess tethers their souls together making it one and the love and joy that the fated mates share is unworldly, it’s said that there is no greater love than that of the truly fated mates.” I stop her, “so he was my boyfriend?”

“It was like he just vanished. No one seemed to know where he went. It seemed like he relocated without telling anybody.” My chest tightened as I stared at him. The only connection to my past had been my foster father. Why would he just disappear without giving a clue? “The worst part is that when I noticed that the rogues were beginning to reduce, I tried to capture some of them so that we could question them, but all of them disappeared. Right in front of my eyes.” Fred said, frustration laced in his voice. “Just like that?” I asked, horrified. “Yes,” Fred said, shaking his head. “Like they were never there. The fact that they were able to use magic is what keeps amazing me. Someone with p

Chapter 20: The Threads of Fate ARIA POV I ran my fingertips over the spot on my arm, feeling a little heat. I felt the weight of the secrets that each swirl of the complex pattern spoke, but I was unable to comprehend them. I was still plagued by the enigmatic warnings from the Moon Goddess and the vivid memories of the ambush. And now that Veyron's name was involved, I felt as if the strands of fate were drawing me closer to something that I couldn't avoid.

The night rolled away and the sun rose beyond the horizon. My jaw clenched as I stood at the castle entrance, eyes fixed on the forest stretching endlessly ahead. The guards kept their distance, the castle walls booming with tension. Nobody spoke about the bloodbath three winters ago. Nobody spoke about the village Malrik flattened after our father died and the curse fully festered inside him. Nobody mentioned anything about the bodies we buried whenever he lost control. But I could taste it. Their fear. Lingering in their eyes and rolling off their bodies in strong waves. We all knew it. If Malrik truly lost control once again… none of us would survive long enough to see another sunrise.

She can not really describe what the room looks like as she have no eyes but she can sense that it is a blank white room that stretch on a distance. "Where am I?" she asked. "Fate hall. This is the hall where you will choose your fate in your next life," said the man. Then he continued to write incomprehensible characters. 'Next life? So you choose your own fate before you are born? Does that mean that she also choose to die in this manner?' Now that she think about it, why did she bombed herself? Oh right, she was angry. But what is anger? Suddenly, she realized she do not know a single emotion. She wonder what anger is as she recall her own memory. But she can not find an answer. She just

"You realising you've been mates all along. You wondering what you're going to do next." "You're a real bitch, aren't you?" Fate chuckled. "I'm here to give you some advice, actually." Shaking my head at him, I step back to the window, looking out to the snow covered courtyard. Fate doesn't simply give advice. Everything he does it to benefit him, and I'm not about to take anything into consideration until I know why. "I don't need your advice-" "Yes, you do," he snaps, and a flicker of fire seems to dance across his gaze. "Do you know what's going to happen to her after this? What you're going to do?"