Fate Cards Novels & Stories

'Soon, we'll see her,' He growls, his voice sounding deep. 'Soon.' That also means we get closer to having her make a decision. It feels like fate doesn't want us together, as ever since we met, she has always had to make decisions that border on ending our relationship or moving on with it. There are a lot of boundaries surrounding us, and it feels like the closer we get to breaking one, the farther it pushes away from us. I feel Thane's excitement die down as we get to the floor, and just like that, the trail I was following disperses. It leaves me wondering if I had just imagined her scent because I wanted to find her badly.

Remy squeezes my knee once. I squeeze back. The card dissolves into ruby light that crawls across the table and slots itself into the center like the final piece of a puzzle. All nine final cards are played. The table flares (white-gold, coyote-gold, dragon-copper, blood-ruby, living flame). The Veil appears above us (torn, bleeding, fraying). And then it holds. Not patched. Not torn down. Healed. The cracks seal with threads of every color we just bled onto the table (love, rage, grief, joy, choice).

Fate Fighters ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍The birth of change CHAPTER 1 Fang city_ The capital of the vampire Empire. "Run call for the physician" the chief maid who had just ran into the queen's room shouted. A maid had suddenly screamed from Zara's hall_ the queen's chamber, others came rushing in, only to meet their Queen Struggling with her breath, while gasping for air.

Anna tried not to smirk. “I’m just telling you what I see. Of course you can’t get the entire story from one card, let’s see the card that covers yours.” The next card was the Knight of Swords. “I do see a man, dark eyes, dark hair that will be coming into your life very soon.” “Well, I hope he’s not on horseback, unless he’s a NYC cop!” “Could be. Before I deal out the rest of the cards, can you tell please tell me what day and year you were born?”

I can’t give the relief of not showing up, they would think I’m still in love with him, “Where’s the lie in it, though?” I asked myself. I sighed deeply and opened the card. Liam had told me many times to open it, I didn’t know how I would react seeing their names together and I don't want to be broken in front of him. As expected their names were written with glistening gold material, it was written, they cordially invite all the pack members for a small engagement reception. I wonder if they had invited the whole pack would it be small? The next line hit me too hard, I stared at it for a few minutes.

What's the Future? It's a blank sheet of paper, and we draw lines on it, but sometimes our hand is held, and the lines we draw aren't the lines we wanted. That is life, isn't it? Fate. Luck. Chance. A long series of what-if's that lead from one moment to the next, time never pausing for you to catch your breath, to make sense of the cards that have been handed to you. And all you can do is play your cards and hope for the best because, in the end, it all comes back to those three basics. Fate. Luck. Chance.

Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together. Liam stepped forward, his voice filled with wonder, "This tapestry holds the destinies of all beings, weaving a grand tale of life's interconnected dance. Our fates are entwined with the preservation of nature's balance." As the pack members gathered around the tapestry, they saw that each thread represented a living being, from the smallest insect to the mightiest tree, and from the wildest wolf to the most humble plant. Each thread was vital to the harmony of the whole, and they understood that their actions had a ripple effect throughout the tapestry.

“A choice. A crossroads. Is that what led you here tonight?” Jin’s expression didn’t waver. “You tell me.” Vail hummed and pulled another card. The Tower. A chill prickled at Jin’s spine. The jagged spire on the card was engulfed in flames, figures tumbling from its heights. A symbol of destruction. Ruin. “Seems like fate isn’t on your side,” Vail said, almost wistfully. His fingers lingered on the edge of the deck, eyes gleaming in the dim light.

He then placed the cards on the table in front of them. “Pick one, Mrs. Maxwell.” Fia looked at the cards. The pictures on the cards were quite abstract. They looked like humanoids, monsters. But they were all bound by some kind of object. “What are these?” She didn’t dare pick one immediately. Marcus explained, “I designed these based on my own experience. It helps a little with the analysis of one’s heart.” Fia was quite curious. She didn’t believe that a card could reveal what was inside her heart.