Twisted Fate

Twisted Fate

Roseline Joy Arowolo · Completed · 208.3k Words

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Introduction

“You were never meant for him,” his voice was a dark promise, his fingers tilting my chin up. “You were meant for me.”

Elara spent her entire life as a human outsider in a world ruled by supernatural beings. When she discovers that she is the fated mate of Rael, the ruthless and possessive heir to the supernatural elite, she is thrust into a dangerous world of power, blood, and betrayal. Bound to him by an unbreakable force, she struggles to resist the pull of their connection.
But Rael isn’t the only one who wants her.
There’s another—Kian, a rebel in the shadows, a man who stands against everything Rael represents. Mysterious, defiant, and fiercely protective, he offers her a different kind of freedom. A choice. A love that isn’t bound by fate but by desire.
With war brewing between the supernatural elite and the rebellion, Elara is caught between two powerful men—one who claims her by destiny and one who challenges her to defy it.
But in a world where love can be a weapon, and loyalty is a dangerous game, the real question isn’t who she will choose.
It’s whether she will survive long enough to make that choice.

Chapter 1

The city of Eryndor gleamed under the pale light of the twin moons, their ethereal glow casting long shadows across the cobbled streets. From her perch high in the tower of the rebel stronghold, Elara Vexar watched the city below with a mixture of longing and contempt. The royal city, once a symbol of power and grace, now seemed like a crumbling monument to betrayal. The wind carried whispers of revolution, the kind that brewed quietly in the dark corners of the kingdom before exploding into chaos.

Tonight, the whispers would become something more.

Elara’s heart beat in time with the pulsing rhythm of the city. She’d been here once—before the fall of her family, before the blood had stained the royal palace. Now, she was no more than an outcast, a shadow in the night, with the world’s most dangerous secret locked away inside her. A secret tied to a prophecy that had haunted her family for centuries.

The prophecy. One must die for the other to thrive. Her mind shuddered at the thought of it. She’d spent years trying to avoid it, trying to bury the truth of her bloodline beneath layers of rebellion and resistance. But tonight, that truth would come to light.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.

“Come in,” she called, her voice cold as steel.

The door creaked open, revealing Jalen, the leader of the rebel faction she had allied with after the fall of her family. His face was grim, his eyes filled with the weight of the information he carried. He wasn’t one for pleasantries, and neither was she.

“Elara,” he began, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. “It’s time.”

She straightened, her pulse quickening as the gravity of his words settled in. “Time for what?”

“The prophecy,” he said, his voice low. “It’s been confirmed. The royal family… they knew about it. The one bound to you. The one who holds the key to your fate. They’ve been searching for you.”

Her throat tightened. She knew who he meant. Kaelen Draven—the heir to the Bloodstone Circle, the shadowy order that controlled magic in Ilyria. The man who was her enemy, yet also the one who, according to the prophecy, would determine her end.

“I’ve already told you,” Elara said, her words cutting through the silence. “I want nothing to do with that prophecy. I’ll take my chances with the rebels, with you. That’s my future.”

Jalen’s expression softened, but his eyes remained troubled. “You can’t run from it forever, Elara. The prophecy has bound you to him. To Kaelen Draven.”

A chill ran through her at the sound of his name. She had heard the rumors—dark whispers of the ruthless heir to the Bloodstone Circle, a man as cold and dangerous as the magic he wielded. Elara had never met him, but she knew that crossing his path would mean more than just a fight for survival. It would mean facing the truth she’d long avoided.

“You’re wrong,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ll never allow anyone to control me again. Not him. Not anyone.”

Jalen didn’t argue, but the worry on his face told her everything she needed to know. The truth was unavoidable. The prophecy wasn’t just about her fate—it was about Ilyria, and the magic that ruled it.

“I’ve arranged a meeting,” Jalen continued. “You don’t have a choice anymore. You need to confront him.”

Elara felt a mix of dread and defiance churn in her gut. She’d never been one to back down from a challenge, but this—this was different.

The moment she stepped into the lion’s den, there would be no turning back.

Two days later, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Elara stood alone, watching the shadows shift beneath the moonlight. The silence of the night was deafening, and her heart pounded in her chest. Kaelen Draven would be here soon.

She had no idea what to expect, but one thing was certain: their first encounter would set the course for everything to come.

The wind grew colder as Elara stood beneath the towering trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The rustling leaves whispered secrets she was unwilling to hear. The forest, alive with magic, seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat, an eerie sensation that made her skin prickle. Here, in the shadows of the trees, the ancient magic of Ilyria whispered its warnings—warnings she couldn’t afford to ignore.

The weight of the prophecy felt like an anchor around her chest, pulling her toward an inevitable confrontation.

She had been prepared for a lot in her life—loss, betrayal, exile. But nothing had prepared her for this moment. Facing Kaelen Draven, the man bound by destiny to destroy her, to bring her closer to the abyss.

A snap of branches broke the silence, and Elara’s instincts flared. She spun, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of the sword strapped to her back. She hadn’t drawn it yet, but her fingers danced across the leather hilt, ready to unsheathe the blade in an instant.

Out of the shadows emerged a tall, imposing figure—his eyes glowing faintly with an unnatural light, his presence commanding the night air to bend around him. Kaelen Draven.

The moment he stepped into the clearing, the air seemed to crackle with electricity, a force too tangible to ignore. His dark cloak billowed around him like a storm, his sharp features illuminated by the moonlight. There was power in his every movement, a dangerous grace that made Elara’s heart race and her body tense in response.

He stopped several paces away from her, his gaze cold, calculating. The silence stretched between them, thick with anticipation.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding,” Kaelen’s voice was low, like the growl of a predator testing the wind. “The princess with blood on her hands. The exile, the rebel. The last of the Vexar line.”

Elara met his gaze with unwavering defiance. She had never been one to cower before anyone—especially not him.

“I’m not your princess,” she spat. “I’m nothing like the royalty you’ve sworn to serve. And I’ve never bowed to anyone, least of all you.”

His lips twisted into a smirk, though there was no humor in it. His eyes glinted with something darker, something more dangerous.

“You’re mistaken, Elara,” Kaelen said, taking a step closer. “You may have abandoned the throne, but the throne has not abandoned you. You are bound to this kingdom by more than just blood. Your fate is tied to mine, whether you like it or not.”

Her heart skipped a beat. The truth was something she had never been willing to face, but standing in front of him, hearing the certainty in his voice—it felt undeniable.

“I don’t believe in fate,” she replied, her voice steady, though her pulse quickened. “And I don’t need you to remind me of what’s been done to my family.”

Kaelen’s gaze sharpened, and for the briefest of moments, Elara thought she saw a flicker of something—anger, regret, or perhaps even something more human—beneath the icy exterior he so carefully maintained.

“You think you’ve escaped, don’t you?” His voice dropped to a whisper, a cold, dangerous promise. “But the prophecy is already in motion. And I’ll be the one to see it through, whether you want it or not. Because if you fail to realize the power you wield, I will show you just how deep the abyss runs.”

A shiver ran down Elara’s spine, though she refused to show any sign of fear.

“I’ll never let you control me,” she said firmly. “The prophecy can’t force me to do anything. I’ll fight until my last breath.”

For a moment, the forest seemed to hold its breath, the tension thick enough to suffocate.

Kaelen’s lips parted as if to speak, but something else in the distance caught his attention. A low rumble echoed through the trees, growing louder by the second. His eyes narrowed, and for the first time, Elara saw something akin to urgency flash across his face.

“We’re not alone,” Kaelen murmured, his posture shifting, every muscle coiled and ready. “Get behind me.”

Before she could react, a dark figure emerged from the shadows—a figure she had only heard whispers about. A creature, half-human, half-beast, with glowing red eyes and claws that could shred through steel. The beast was a sentient weapon, and it was clearly not here to negotiate.

Without warning, Kaelen moved with blinding speed, his hand flashing out and grasping a dagger from his belt. Elara’s instincts kicked in. She unsheathed her sword and stepped forward, ready to defend herself, though she knew she couldn’t match the creature’s strength.

The beast lunged at them, but Kaelen was faster. He slashed with his dagger, catching the beast across its chest, causing it to roar in fury. The sound echoed through the forest, reverberating like a war cry.

Kaelen pushed the creature back with a force that sent it stumbling, but it wasn’t done. With a howl, it charged again.

“You take the left,” Kaelen commanded, his voice sharp and commanding.

Elara didn’t hesitate. She lunged forward, her blade slicing through the air, narrowly missing the beast’s arm. It swiped at her, its claws inches from her skin, but she danced back just in time, slashing again.

For a moment, time seemed to slow as they fought side by side, the sound of metal clashing with claws filling the air. Every strike Elara made felt like it carried the weight of her defiance. She wasn’t just fighting for her survival. She was fighting for the life she refused to be bound to.

As the battle raged on, Elara couldn’t help but feel the strangest sensation—an undeniable connection between her and Kaelen. Their movements, though fierce and calculated, seemed to sync, like two pieces of a broken puzzle finally coming together.

With one final strike, Kaelen drove his dagger into the heart of the beast, and it collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud.

Breathing heavily, Elara stepped back, wiping the sweat from her brow. Her heart was pounding—not just from the fight, but from the strange, magnetic pull she felt toward him.

Kaelen turned toward her, his expression unreadable.

“That,” he said, his voice low, “was just the beginning.”

Elara’s breath came in ragged gasps as she surveyed the remains of the beast at their feet. Its body lay still, blood pooling beneath it, its once-glowing eyes dimmed to a haunting emptiness. She couldn’t shake the lingering adrenaline, nor the strange sensation of having fought alongside Kaelen. As much as she despised the bond the prophecy suggested, in that moment, it had been undeniable: the way their movements synced, the unspoken understanding between them. It was as if they had fought together for lifetimes.

But the feeling unsettled her more than it comforted her.

“Is it dead?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.

Kaelen knelt beside the creature, his sharp gaze scanning its motionless body, his expression unreadable. “For now,” he muttered. “But creatures like this don’t stay down long. This was no random attack. Someone sent it.”

Elara clenched her fists, her sword still in hand, though her body was trembling slightly from the aftereffects of the fight. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, could sense the way he was studying her, almost as if trying to figure her out.

“I don’t suppose you know who,” she replied, keeping her voice steady, though every nerve in her body screamed for action.

Kaelen stood, brushing his cloak back into place, his eyes never leaving her. “I have an idea.” His lips curled into a sly, dangerous smirk. “But it would be unwise for you to know just yet.”

Her heart thudded at his words. There was something in his tone that warned her not to probe further, but the unease in her chest made it difficult to let the matter go.

“Fine,” she said, reluctantly lowering her sword. “But I’m not walking away from this until I know who’s behind it.”

The words hung in the air like a challenge, but Kaelen seemed unfazed. He nodded once, his eyes dark and calculating.

“You’ll learn soon enough,” he replied, the promise of danger lingering in his voice. “But be careful. People like you and me—those with a destiny we can’t escape—don’t have the luxury of ignorance.”

The way he spoke those words stirred something within her—something that made her pulse quicken and her thoughts race. She could feel the weight of the prophecy bearing down on her, suffocating her every move, but she refused to let it define her.

“Your prophecy is a curse,” Elara said, her voice hard as steel, her eyes locking onto his. “I don’t believe in fate. Not anymore.”

Kaelen’s gaze flickered, something dark and unreadable passing over his face. For a brief moment, Elara thought she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes—something beyond the cold, calculating exterior he wore so well. But before she could analyze it further, he turned away.

“We don’t have the luxury of time, Princess.” He didn’t call her by name, and his tone had shifted to something more urgent, more commanding. “We need to get to safety. This wasn’t just an attack—it’s a warning.”

Before Elara could respond, a sharp noise broke the air, distant at first, then growing louder—footsteps. Hundreds of them, moving in perfect synchronization. She stiffened, scanning the darkness of the forest. Whoever had sent the beast was not done with them yet.

“Elara,” Kaelen’s voice cut through her thoughts, low and urgent. “We’re not alone. Move.”

He didn’t wait for her reply. He reached for her arm, gripping it tightly, and for a brief moment, Elara stiffened, instinctively pulling away. But Kaelen’s grip didn’t loosen.

“You’re not running from this,” he said, his voice rough with barely-contained urgency. “Not this time.”

His proximity sent a strange heat surging through her, but she couldn’t afford to focus on it. Every part of her being screamed to fight, to resist, to break free from the prophecy that tied her to him. But there was something in the way he held her, something that told her he wasn’t lying. The danger was real—and it was closing in fast.

They began to move through the trees, their steps quick and silent. Elara’s pulse raced as she tried to push the growing tension between them to the back of her mind, focusing only on the shadows ahead. But despite herself, she couldn’t shake the sensation that they were being hunted.

The footsteps grew louder, more distinct. Elara’s instincts flared, her hand again reaching for the hilt of her sword. She had no idea who or what was after them, but she knew one thing for sure: it wasn’t just the rebel faction after her anymore. Whoever sent the beast knew far too much about her, and their plans were only just beginning.

Kaelen’s hand tightened around hers, pulling her deeper into the forest. She didn’t resist. There was no time to.

A flash of movement caught her eye—a figure darting between the trees, too fast to be human.

“Stay close,” Kaelen hissed, his voice low but fierce.

The two of them moved through the dense underbrush, the figure pursuing them like a shadow. It was a blur of motion—faster, stronger than any human should have been. But Elara had learned long ago that Ilyria was no ordinary kingdom. Magic flowed through the very earth, and that magic was no stranger to corruption.

The figure was gaining on them.

Kaelen glanced over his shoulder, his eyes flickering with something dark. “We can’t outrun it forever,” he muttered under his breath. Then, in one fluid motion, he pulled a small vial from his belt and tossed it to the ground, the liquid inside shimmering with a faint, otherworldly glow. A pulse of energy shot out from the vial, rippling through the air.

Elara watched in disbelief as the figure froze mid-step, its body jerking violently before it collapsed to the ground, motionless. Kaelen didn’t pause, but his lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

“That should buy us some time,” he said, though the tension in his voice remained thick with urgency.

Elara’s heart raced, but the brief reprieve didn’t last long. Her eyes flickered over to Kaelen, his face set in grim determination.

“What is it you’re not telling me, Kaelen?” she demanded, the words slipping from her lips before she could stop them. “Who are we really up against?”

Kaelen’s eyes met hers, dark and unreadable, the promise of untold dangers flickering in his gaze.

“Everyone who stands in the way of the prophecy,” he said softly, the weight of his words settling in the air like a death sentence.

Before she could respond, another sound echoed through the trees—louder now, more distinct.

And this time, it wasn’t just footsteps.

It was the sound of wings.

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