Fate Hands Novels & Stories

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

His eyes fixed entirely on me. “She’s okay Little Moon. She just used all of her energy and needs to rest.” I leaned forward and nudged her body. I reached my hand to touch her face but something moved. I froze. A white shape emerged in my line of sight. Where there was supposed to be a hand was… A paw! A small, beautiful paw covered in fur whiter than snow.

he replied. ‘Not just any hands, but my son's hands,’ He wanted to add, but restrained. ‘Is he playing dumb with me, or he just doesn't want to reveal anything to me,’ Alpha Zavier wondered as he stared at him. “You are not scared to die? Huh?” Alpha Zavier asked. “That's my fate, or should call it destiny? The moment I was put here in the dungeon, I knew that my life had ended and took another turn. I won't come out alive, and I have already accepted my fate,” Chad replied.

spine. Who were they? Immediately, my blood feels as frigid as ice. At last, I recognized them as the Fates. Suddenly, out of the blue, a powerful lightning strike occurred. Time and Destiny were in the hands of the gods known as the Fates. Despite being three, they were all one. They are the past, present, and future. They held in their hands the knowledge of the entire universe, including what had happened and what would happen. What made them decide to come see me? I squinted to see what they were doing. While the one on the left was busy knitting a complicated, enormous sock that I doubt would fit anyone—unless they were knitting for Sasquatch or Bigfoot—the youngest was clutching a lar

She awakened something far stronger, and even rarer- the gift of Fate. The gift of Fate is a rare gift, one that is hardly ever found in the kingdom of magic. Even ancient witches and wizards were not as scarce as the gift of Fate. Fate encapsulated time, space and people. It affected all entities, be it living or non-living, sentient or not. Fate is absolute. Ultimate. Final.

I would destroy fate for my Queen. “Hold on, please. Misha, may I see your hands palms up, please,” Clotho says. Misha holds out her hands and Clotho traces the lines. Palmistry, also known as palm reading, chiromancy, or chirology, is the practice of fortune-telling through the study of the palm. The practice is found all over the world, with numerous cultural variations. Those who practice chiromancy are generally called palmists, hand readers, hand analysts, or chirologists. Clotho has one such talent. “By reading the lines on your hands you can tell a lot about the person. I can see where you've been and where you are going. I made your parents. In essence I'm you're grandmother. See,” S

And with a small voice that no one could hear, she added, "It all depends on the Fates." "Winner! Zabdiel Lewelyn!" ~O~O~O~ The rounds continued until there were only nine of them. Zabdiel, Barbie, Kieran, Clive, "Bloom", a Fire Kryst named Ine, a Water Kryst named Ylena, Crystal Kryst Thēna, and a Shadow Kryst named Saito. Zabdiel and Ine went first. The Fire Kryst was stronger and wiser, he defeated Zabdiel in a short time span. Thankfully, Zabdiel was not injured so much.