What Lurks Between The Fates Novels & Stories

The exhaustion from the day's troubles was too much for his hypoglycemic system. Jason fiddled away with the envelope which slipped off his quivering hands. Losing his balance, Jason dropped to the marble floor with a loud thud, and everything blacked out. *** Song: Anna of the north (Lovers) 💔💔 You told me I would never see you walk away. Said you'd never break my heart Never leave me in the dark I guess there are just some promises we shouldn't make Shoulda knew from the start I'm in the dark Show a little loving

​Laura stood at the perimeter of the ghost-filled square, her hands held aloft. She had been silent since they arrived, her eyes fixed not on the monsters but on the air between them. To her, the abyss looked different. She didn't see just darkness; she saw a chaotic, fraying tapestry of golden filaments. They were everywhere, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heartbeat. ​As she concentrated, the filaments began to weave around her fingers. They were the strands of Fate—the very blueprints of existence that the Architects had spent eons trying to sever and harvest.

“Yes. A lunation is the cycle of the moon, starting at a new moon phase and ending at a new moon phase. Haha, somehow these fellas know how to hunt during those times. Cool instinct, huh?” “Hunt? As in kill?!” Chastine was suddenly alarmed at what Juste had said. “Ahahaha, no—wait, I think they’re starting their dance…” Hunt? Dance? Juste’s choice of words was getting more and more strange to Chastine. Then, suddenly, a tiny spark landed on Chastine’s arm. She looked closely at that spark, and it turned out to be a living creature. Chastine’s eyes widened in awe.

"Adi... I just... I'm scared. I've buried a few feelings so deep inside my heart that I don't know what will happen if they come out." "Whatever happens, we will face the together, Fifi. Promise?" Faith nodded and held his hand," Promise."

I shooed her away, assuring her that I did know how to work them and sat at the one located farthest from the door. She had said before that Aro had put a lot of work into cataloguing various information about our kind, from our laws to our myths. I began quickly typing any buzz words I could think of that might retrieve documents related to fated mates. I searched for what felt like hours, becoming increasingly frustrated that nothing I entered brought up anything useful about breaking our bond. I decided I would try one last link under my current search term, 'broken bond', and was stunned at what was on the screen before me.

She turned to walk away, leaving the tray with Lisa. All night, his eyes followed her. But Aurora never gave him more than a glance. She wasn't here to be anyone's toy. Aurora didn't tremble when she stepped out of that room—but her hands remembered. They buzzed with something unspoken, something she didn't want to name. Not fear, not quite. Not desire, either. It was more like being caught in the gaze of a predator too refined to bare his teeth. She returned to the bar, eyes forward, jaw set. Lisa followed behind her with an unreadable expression.

Alex lay in bed, exhausted, the bond calmer for now—but not gone. 💭 If we’re going to fight fate… 💭 What happens when fate fights back? Somewhere deep inside, the bond stirred, waiting.

My eyes drift towards the book resting on top of it and curiosity tugs at me once again. What if this book holds answers? What if these nightmares are connected somehow? And what if, all these are somehow related to Adam's community?

she pouts and the uncertainty shines in her eyes. Marie stands up clapping her hands together, “a contract, they will sigh contracts and if either falter on it, then,” she looks between us, “you will leave both, neither will be able to claim you, we can cast a spell that will remove the fated bond and the destined one.” I watch as Whisper’s eye brows shoot straight up, “we can do that.” Marie waves her hand, “of course, people sign contracts all the time…” Whisper shakes her head, “no break the bonds, why not just go ahead and do that in the first place, neither will know and then neither will feel it, the pull or any of it.”

I only hope he makes it out alive, otherwise I wouldn't mind taking his place like I've ever desired. Walking into his office, Laurent leaned against the seat staring at what I knew were portraits in his hands. He was obsessed with this portrait. This was the reason why he could never move on and at some point would become vulnerable, that would be my chance to take over and win him. He has not realized that Zara is gone and is never going to come back again, he only has to move on to someone better. I wonder why he sees her anyway.