Fate Cards Novels & Stories

He said and my dad looked at him in shock. “My daughters”? He asked and smiled nervously. “My daughter's just clocked nineteen, they are still young and don't need mates yet. Especially not one who is not their fated”. He said and alpha George nodded. “I understand you want to protect them, but this is an order Micheal. If you don't choose one, you'll have to put both of them on the line and let fate play it's game”. He said and I could see dad bend his head for a long time before he raised his head to look at alpha George.

“No. When I took out these cards, I saw a woman with your face in a flowing, emerald dress.” She touches the card with the grave on it. “This is what I drew when I saw that. Then I saw a river of blood flowing along the streets of Portland. The Death Card. Finally, I saw you standing in the middle of a sea, and I drew the Question Mark Card. It indicates the unknown, that your future is uncertain.” It’s hard not to panic right now. “None of this sounds good, Angie.” “Perhaps.” She studies the cards again before packing them away, her voice hard. “But there is something I know for sure.”

Each card was identical to the ones I had seen in that nightmarish vision—thick, sleek card, as if newly made of marble, with intricate light blue borders, and in the center, a light blue seven-cornered star burned faintly, as though the ink is pulsing with the very essence of the galaxy. “These,” Petra began, her voice carrying a weight that made the air feel heavier, “are the Widows and the Knights.” I glanced at her, my brows furrowing. “Widows and Knights?” She gave a slow nod. “If the card you pick holds misfortune—ill omens, death, or disaster, the Widow will be the one to deliver it.” Her finger traced over the first row. “But if the card offers something in our favor—knowledge, power

"No. When I took out these cards, I saw a woman with her face in a flowing, emerald dress." She touches the card with the grave on it. "This is what I drew when I saw it. Then I saw a river of blood flowing along the streets of Portland. The Death Card. Finally, I saw you standing in the middle of the sea, and I drew the Question Mark Card. It indicates the unknown, that your future is uncertain." It's hard not to panic right now. "None of this sounds good, Angie." "Perhaps." She studies the cards again before packing them away, her voice hard. "But there is something I know for sure."

I squealed excitedly. "I found it. I really did!" There was another card hidden on the floor. It read. "Follow the moon trails. More moon coins await you." I stood up from the floor and looked up. The moon filtered through the tall tree branches. All I had to do was find more moon coins. The rules stated that whoever found five moon coins wins regardless of the ribbon. I had paid special attention to the rules while the others were complaining. "I will be able to get out of here before the moon takes control of everyone..."

I repeated the process two more times until there were four piles of cards between her and me. She reached over and flipped the top card on each pile. There were no labels on the cards, like in some tarot decks I’ve seen over the years. Her fingers grazed over each one. A slow smile crept over her lips. “The solution to the curse is the future, and not the past.”

I never imagined that in less than a single day, she would already submit at his feet. He was clearly very pleased with her response. Unhurriedly, he wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then took out a bank card from his pocket and tossed it onto the ground along with the cloth. "I'm very satisfied with your performance today. Welcome to my world, my dear wife." Even after he walked away, the hand covering my mouth did not lower. Only after a long while did Vivian finally reach out, trembling, to pick up the bank card. A smile had just begun to bloom at the corner of her lips.

Cameron bought out a deck of cards and they played a few hands whilst drinking and smoking themselves into a lull where no one had the energy or concentration to keep playing. “Here,” Rhett lazily shuffled the deck. “Pick a card, and I’ll tell you your fortune, Aislen.” “Oh,” she was flustered. “Alright. How do you do that?” Rhett shrugged with a smile. “Mum loves this sort of crap. It’s just a matter of remembering what card means what. Hearts is like heart stuff – feelings, love, sex. Spades are trouble. Clubs are good things. Diamonds are about money. So, pull a card and turn it over.”

The Eighteen million card was in front of her again, but she didn’t reach out and take it. “This is for your suffering from this marriage, so take it,” Blake demanded.

I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but I knew he was withholding information from me. “Once we mark each other, there is no possibility for a second-chance mate.” As if reading the confusion on my face he continued. “If your mate dies before you mark them, the Moon Goddess grants you a second-chance mate. But if you mark your mate, then you are committed to them and only them.” He brushes a hair out of my face, but I push him back, sitting up. “Do you think that's a good idea though? Maybe we should see if I even make it through the full moon.”