Fate Cards Novels & Stories

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

“Your turn.” I glance down at my cards again, then back at the table. My instincts want certainty. This game offers none. “I… call?” “That’s fine,” Morgan says easily. “You don’t have to be brave yet.” O’Hara flicks the top card off the deck and sets it aside without even glancing at it. I frown. “What was that?” Morgan smiles around her beer. “That’s a burn card.” “A what?” O’Hara doesn’t stop moving as he answers. “We throw one away before the shared cards come out. No one sees it. It’s dead.”

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

“I didn’t put you in this situation. Fate did.” Her laugh was sharp, biting. “Convenient excuse. You and Kade both seem to think you can use ‘fate’ as a leash to drag me wherever you want.” A growl rose in my throat at the mention of my twin. Kade. The other alpha. My rival in every sense of the word. “No, Aria,” I said, stepping even closer. “Fate isn’t a leash—it’s a bond. One you feel just as deeply as I do. And you owe it to yourself to figure out what it truly means.”

Like time itself was chasing us, and it was gaining on us. “Come here.” She said, beckoning me with her finger. I walked towards her, my chest tightening with every step. She reached into the pouch around her neck and pulled something out. Black cards. Three of them. She placed them onto the table, lined up and next to each other. “They are unlimited,” She causally informed. “Unlimited as in….?” My brows furrowed. I knew what unlimited meant. I just wanted some clarity.

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.

I furrow my brows, “fated mate? Explain what that is?” She smiles, “werewolves have fated mates, the Moon Goddess tethers their souls together making it one and the love and joy that the fated mates share is unworldly, it’s said that there is no greater love than that of the truly fated mates.” I stop her, “so he was my boyfriend?”

I cried out I can’t believe the person I fell for, took the life of my brother. He made me think that he wants my heart but he wants the heart of my brother. He did so many things to put a smile on my face but it was all a lie, he never wanted me, he only wants the heart and he got what he wanted. Noor was right, he is using me, just like she said, he will throw me to the ground and look where I am, I’m on the ground. He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him.

The exhaustion from the day's troubles was too much for his hypoglycemic system. Jason fiddled away with the envelope which slipped off his quivering hands. Losing his balance, Jason dropped to the marble floor with a loud thud, and everything blacked out. *** Song: Anna of the north (Lovers) 💔💔 You told me I would never see you walk away. Said you'd never break my heart Never leave me in the dark I guess there are just some promises we shouldn't make Shoulda knew from the start I'm in the dark Show a little loving

Mile held his hand purely as a father's gesture. "And here. A little something for both of you. Take it as a token of love from a Dad who wants to compensate for the time when he couldn’t be with his son". Mile handed them both envelops. "Dad. This is too much already. You have given us the apartment. And these gifts. And now these black cards"? Noah and Benjamin almost spoke at the same time. They were hesitant to accept the black cards. Noah turned to his parents only to find them smiling.