You've Met A Terrible Fate Novels & Stories

Did I hit my head while on the road? "I-I can't—" I can't process anything! I hope all of this is not real. "Years ago, I made the greatest mistake by believing that I would eventually end the curse because I set up an ideal pair. The white wolf and a human were mated as a challenge to the bond of the other. And that destiny turned out to be a catastrophe because that other being has been sucked in by hatred, resulting in massive killings…" She glanced at me. Her tantalizing eyes fell in dismay.

Every day was full of hate, sadness, and bad luck. Although I was thinking, what's the difference does being together did to us? I think it was just the same, there were hate, sadness, and bad luck. Every time we did something to make us happy, something worst always happens. The only consolation we have now is us, we have each other. Our heads turned to the old man who was limping towards the door of the operating room. He peeked through the glass, but when he couldn't see anything, he turned his back, making me see his face.

Probably been a rogue for a long time. Well this is it, I thought to myself. This is how I am going to die. I haven’t even met my mate yet, I thought to myself as I began to cry. I cried for my unfortunate life. Oh! Where have I gone wrong? I can’t remember ever offending the moon goddess at any point in time of my life, so I wonder how come I am so unlucky.

- Why are you here? - I come to tell you that the pulleys of destiny have started to move. Soon, everything will come to an end, for better or for worse. - Don’t say “for worse”. I didn't lose my heart, nor will I lose my wolf for the "worse" to happen.

I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.

the woman teased, running a manicured finger down his chest. Callan hummed. “Not at all.” Hazel’s breath caught. She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t care. And yet, she did. Her wolf stirred, an unfamiliar ache blooming in her chest. The woman smirked and leaned in closer. “You’re in a good mood today. What changed?” Callan exhaled through his nose, his lips twitching in amusement. “Fate is a funny thing.” Hazel’s stomach twisted. Fate. Was he talking about her?

I was a tool. Once out of order, I had no value. I pulled out the IV needle. Blood stained the sheets. I didn't bandage it. I just stared at the red stain. Something inside me died completely. I went to find the Witch of the Black Forest. I asked her, "How can my wolf completely give up on a fated mate?" The Witch stirred her potion, her black eyes staring at me. "Your wolf is stubborn. If I sever the bond now, the pain will destroy your soul. You will become a cripple."

Repetitive banging jolted me from my slumber, my heavy eyelids fluttered open to the starkness of plain white walls. A damp, cold pillow clung to my cheek, heavy with the weight of restless nights. I knew I needed to answer the relentless knocking on my door, but my body refused to move. Heavy and numb—like a corpse stripped of spirit or energy. The encounter from almost a week ago replayed in my mind, memories reminding me of my fate. By someone like you? Your scent is like vomit. Get lost. His voice echoed in my head just as much as the vivid images of his scowl did.

Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.” Joel smiled bitterly, rubbed his face, and left. Not long after, Yorks Corporation filed for bankruptcy. On the way back home with his parents, Joel was involved in a car accident. Perhaps it was karmic retribution. A head injury left him deaf, and his left leg could no longer walk normally. He became partially disabled. His parents were fine, just minor concussions that would heal with time. Someone in the hospital said, “Joel lay on the bed, crying and laughing at the same time, muttering over and over that this was retribution to what he had done.

She had gifted me another mate, though in truth it was just another curse. I had been given mates before, but it always ended the same way. They died. Whether their death was at my hands or from some human ailment made no difference. Nyx had a twisted sense of humor, always offering me a mortal mate. This one was no different so far as I could tell. After the mess the hybrid had created warring with the fae, there was no way I was going to accept another mate, let alone one who was mortal. I hadn’t been involved with the hybrid, but many of my kind had, which meant that I was being hunted. That wasn’t any kind of life for anyone, not even an immortal like myself.