Yours Fatefully Novelas e Histórias

As the characters grappled with the weight of Asmo's ultimatum, the threads of their interconnected destinies wove a tapestry of uncertainty and irrevocable change. "I have always been the architect of my own destiny, weaving the threads of fate with a masterful hand. Fear me not for my power, but for the boundless depths of my resolve. For in the crucible of choice, I am the fire that forges unyielding paths and irrevocable destinies."

I asked, the hairs on my arms already standing on end. “About you. Your fate. Your destiny. Your… fated-match.”

I had all my memories in this place, and I still remembered when I woke up the next morning after my night at the bar—I couldn’t remember anything. What was happening? Didn’t I die? I thought to myself. “You did die,” he replied to me, even without me saying it. “But death is a doorway. And I am Fate. I control who goes in.” I clenched my fists, trying to anchor myself. I wanted to punch him in the face. “What the hell are you talking about? Cut the crap.” His smile never left his face. “It means you are... unique. Not just you—both of you.”

"I'm warning you. There is Death, but after that, there is something worse. There is purgatory, where a devilish man named Sinful decides your fate. Yes, your fate." "First," I say slowly. "Sinful is a stupid name. Second, you're Fate, which means you're either really bad at storytelling, or you aren't as powerful as everyone likes to think." Fate frowns. The expression looks strange on him. "He wants something, and it looks like you're the perfect way for him to get it," Fate muses, and suddenly, the easy smile I want to slap right off him is making an appearance again. "It does follow his namesake, after all."

Fate was something that’s hard to battle with. A fateful moment confronting luck could happen in everyone’s life at least once or twice. It was hard to decipher at times and difficult to accept on some occasions. When the guardian of death came to fetch someone on earth to the other world, fate was the only one that could stop it. It could be either a fateful destiny or a fateful lucky day. As for Layla, she didn’t know which she belonged with though she was a stroke of sudden bad luck arrived and saved her from her dying last moment.

“Why is everyone so happy and willing to find their fated mates? Not too long ago, you were willing to run away from Darius because the mate bond could take either of your lives. You’re suddenly oblivious to the fact that a plague almost killed off the entire werewolf race. I never thought you’d be such a hopeless romantic, Dye.” “It seems like you’ve become bitter and cynical. It wasn’t long ago that you were encouraging me to accept my bond with Darius; that us finding each other and being the first fated mates in over twenty years must be a blessing from the Moon Goddess. Now, you’re the one cursing fate and running.” There’s the blunt and honest older sister I’ve been avoiding. I motion

And then, I freeze when I see the next slate. Aria Vale. My slate. Already carved. I lift it with shaking fingers. Silver letters blossom across the surface: Status: Not Yet Failed Not yet. The implication hangs like a noose. But below that is more text forming. A second line. I watch it etch itself into existence, heart turning to ice. Designation: Wolf of Two Fates My breath catches. “What does that mean?” I whisper. “Two fates? Kael and…?”

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."

Fate was never on my side and once again my world was about to turn upsidedown. Xx___X