What Happens To Karna In Mrutyunjay? Spoilers

Olivia Cross was born broken, suffering from a birth defect unheard of among her kind. She is left weak and without a scent, a misfit in a pack full of strong wolves. She doesn't belong, she'll never be worthy. And her mates make sure she knows it. Kaden Stone, the future Alpha of Glass Lake pack and Declan Connor, his future Beta, can't scent Olivia as their mate. But she's known they're hers for years. Unable to prove her claim, Olivia watches them with others while she suffers in silence. Until one night, one mistake, changes everything. Forced to finally admit the truth of their bond, Olivia is crushed when they cruelly refuse her claim. Devastated, she leaves the pack, taking one last secret with her. Free of her past, Olivia finds healing and strength, even becoming Beta Female to her brother's pack. But when she's forced to return home, she must face her mates as they learn the truth of their bond and the secret she took with her when she left. With unseen enemies threatening their pack, can Kaden and Declan win back their mate while keeping their people safe? Can the three work together to save their pack and their bond? As the bounds of forgiveness are tested, can the three find happiness in a future that looks nothing like they planned? Or will they all fall victim to their Tryst of Fate? Also check out: An Unwanted Fate- Completed A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas- Completed A Cruel Fate: Her Gamma's Regret- Completed Resisting The Alpha Triplets- Completed The Alpha's Abandoned Luna And The Twin Flames- Completed

In our tenth year together, the King of the Gods, Aetheon, threw the grandest wedding I had ever seen on the peak of Mount Olympus. And at the ceremony itself, he calmly told me he had cheated on me. "Go on with the rite, or stop it right now. It's your call." He swirled the wine in his cup, bored. He told me that just before the ceremony began, he had sex with a mortal girl. The world went cold around me. I stared up at the king standing high above me. "Do you love her that much?" His brow creased slightly, as if he thought I was making too much of it. "Not really. She's a fragile little mortal, nothing more." "You've just been so proper, so well-behaved these past ten years. Never a flaw I could find. It was interesting, for once, to be adored by someone who didn't know any better." He turned the thunder ring on his finger as if none of it mattered. "Don't worry. If you choose to go through with the ceremony, you'll still be my queen—no question. And if you want to throw a fit about it, fine. Throw your fit. I won't stop you." I stood frozen on the altar platform. I had waited ten years for this day. And now the perfect ceremony in front of me pressed down on my chest until I couldn't breathe.

Found in the marooned ruins of Chavand was a book ripped and torn. Its yellowed pages eaten up and coiled. Forgotten and unheard about was this book until it came to light. His legends lived on, his tales of valour prevailed. His glory seemed enternal and he was worshiped and adored. But his heart remained shrouded in a cloak of mystery. His emotions, his turmoils went unnoticed in an attempt to make him great. Seen as someone who was invincible and immortal, the Rana changes your perspective from his greatness to his soft heart. Written across the pages during his last moments, he wrote his own life. Where bards would be at a loss and poets were simply lost in his glory and valor, the Rana is said to be the only one who could write about himself.

This is a story of how a dying god decided to entrust his power to humanity instead of choosing an heir, hoping that they will learn to govern the world on their own. The chosen were called divine alchemists—people gifted with abilities to convert nature elements into specific power . War was inevitable as clans clash against clans with no sign to stop until the enemy is annihilated. The weak were being pushed aside. Some were sold to slavery, while others became a machine used for war. Greed had taken over the planet, and civilizations were starting to crumble. The road to Surmwale features the story of a young boy, named Ivar who witnessed the death of Croven, his god, and was given the latter's remaining power to ensure that god's plan would succeed.

She is known to be the most selfish. He is known the merciless. She is the intelligent one. He is cunning of all. She never learnt to bow. He loves to see everyone bow. She respects the tradition, culture and rules. He loves to break every norm. Princess Aadya. The princess, but a warrior. She loves her people. Crown prince Vikramaditya. The brave, merciless, and cunning. He loves the throne. Two people. Same mindset but different in lives. Bound by seven vows in the pious bond of marriage. How are they going to live through this?? Join them on their this journey...

My parents were stranded in the middle of a blistering desert—no water, temperatures through the roof—while my wife, Michelle Reid, was three miles away building a splash park for her buddy Teddy Williams's dog. By the time I found them, they had already died of thirst. Their bodies were decomposing in the sun. I called Michelle, livid. She brushed it off like it was nothing. "I told you I was in a meeting. They're just lacking a little water. Relax." Then she added, "If they're still alive, don't give them any water. Let Teddy 'stumble' onto them during his livestream—he can hand them a bottle on camera. It'll be great for his numbers." She paused awhile before continuing, "And if they're already dead? Say Teddy found them. Makes his survivalist act look more legit." I laughed—because every word out of her mouth was for Teddy. But she didn't realize: the ones who died of thirst were her parents—my in-laws.