Romans & histoires Fate Light

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

That was progress that I would gladly accept. I liked the term ‘beloved’ because it seemed much more intimate than ‘mate’ did. “I have a good friend who is a shifter and was fated to Light Fae. I also know quite a few humans who have been fated to shifters. One thing that we believe is that there is always a purpose to the pairing, that they are mated for a reason.”

He turned, facing the gathering pack, and raised a hand. The drums stopped. The conversations died. Even the pups quieted, sensing the shift. A thousand eyes turned to us. “Shadow Moon,” Aaron’s voice carried over the silent clearing, powerful and clear. “The longest night is upon us. A time to remember the darkness, and to celebrate the unwavering promise of the light’s return.” A low, approving growl rippled through the crowd.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in front of him, the realization pulling him back as he slammed on the brakes, right before the other vehicle collided with his……. Liam jolted awake, heart racing on the couch, the echoes of his fears fading away but leaving behind a lingering sense of loss and confusion. He let out a heavy sigh as memories flooded back, overwhelming him. After his driver had dropped him off, he had gone straight to the minibar, seeking ease in a new bottle of whiskey.

“I've answered the question with the ghouls so what else do you want to know.” “You still owe me an explanation that.” Catalina said as a matter of fact. “Very well then. Charles what is your question?” Fate looked at me, from above us, scrolls were sorting themselves out and selecting a few. The chosen ones floated down to the table and arranged itself. Catalina stared with wide eyes. “Why did you create her? Can her fate not be changed? Is there something she can do to save the world if her fate can't be changed?” Fate’s eye shifted from Catalina to I then back to Catalina. “I will take her first so she won't be grumpy and ruin her pretty face.”

Suddenly the air felt thick with electricity. I skidded to a halt a few yards away from where he landed. He was shining like a beacon, his whole body bathed in the most beautiful white light. Impossible! Fated Mates are a myth! I mentally screamed, but my feet moved me toward him of their own volition. There was no denying that none of the others seemed to sense the electricity that was thick between us or the light emitting from him. I couldn't stop my feet from moving me closer either even as my brain screamed that only Lycan really had destined mates, fated mates were a Fae story told to little girls. My hand reached up as if to touch him, but before it actually could I felt a pain in the

All the devils seemed dead as some were slowly dying. Unfortunately, in this blast, she couldn't survive too. In the last moments of her life, she saw the end of those devils with her own eyes. There was no regret left. With a satisfied smile on her lips, she closed her eyes. ....................................... Finally, she could see a new ray of light with her own eyes when her body started shaking. She could hear her name echoing in the atmosphere. "Rong! Wake up!" Irritated, she slowly opened her eyes and found herself lying on the bed.

At the center of their circle, a pool of liquid starlight swirled and pulsed. One by one, the Fae approached the pool, each dropping a single tear into its depths. With each tear, the starlight grew brighter, until it was almost blinding. Then, as their chant reached a crescendo, a figure began to rise from the pool - a being of pure light, neither male nor female, its form constantly shifting and changing. "Behold," the being's voice resonated through me, "the tapestry of fate." It gestured, and the air around us filled with shimmering threads of every color imaginable. They wove together in intricate patterns, forming images of past, present, and future.

spine. Who were they? Immediately, my blood feels as frigid as ice. At last, I recognized them as the Fates. Suddenly, out of the blue, a powerful lightning strike occurred. Time and Destiny were in the hands of the gods known as the Fates. Despite being three, they were all one. They are the past, present, and future. They held in their hands the knowledge of the entire universe, including what had happened and what would happen. What made them decide to come see me? I squinted to see what they were doing. While the one on the left was busy knitting a complicated, enormous sock that I doubt would fit anyone—unless they were knitting for Sasquatch or Bigfoot—the youngest was clutching a lar

Seventeen - Daniel King's POV – (Ringtone playing) (Callalily- Stars) (A picture of you reminds me how the years have gone so lonely–) I heard my favorite song playing. It made my eyes slowly opened. I carefully sat on my bed, feels like my body is too heavy to move, and squeezed my eyes for a few times. I swivel my head to find where the song came from. I'm sure it’s here somewhere since I never bring my cellphone during school days.