Novel & Cerita Fate Hands

AVERY Fate's a bitch. Now just see what situation I'm in. My one hand is carrying an engagement ring while the other hand is holding open the door of a room. The very room my fiance is buried deep in someone else. Just when I thought my life would get better, just a little, by marrying him. But who was I fooling? I'm stuck with this life forever. Fate... Fate is a fickle thing. It changes sides when you least expect it.

Elder Rufus smiles, "Luna Sabina, you may continue." I have always heard of the next part from my father and tonight I was experiencing it. I watch the sliver of the knife shine under the moon. My mother is going to make a clean cut on my father's palm first before making a cut on my right hand palm. After that, our palms will join. My blood will be mixed with his and the transference will begin. I will feel the power of my ancestors infused in my blood.

I kissed her lips and took a few steps away since we had no idea what was going to happen. Her neck and shoulders rolled. I winced when her claws pierced her palm. Her arms hung loosely by her sides. “Fuck. It’s so warm,” she murmured. At first I was worried, but a smile tipped her lips upwards because of what she was experiencing. A very faint blue glow encompassed her hands. It appeared to be working thus far by opening her blood up to the air. That was good to know because it meant it would be much easier to use no matter what the situation called for. If her hands were tied behind her back for example.

Etched into it was the Brawnstorm crest, a storm-wolf howling into the wind. “This is it,” Kael said, climbing out before turning to offer his hand again. “Home.” I hesitated. The air was colder than I was used to, but the chill wasn’t what made me shiver, it was the quiet. No scolding voices. No sharp footsteps down polished halls. No Jared. Just wind and snow, and him. I took his hand. His people bowed their heads respectfully as we passed through the gates. None looked away in disgust, none wrinkled their noses at my scent.

Chapter Five – The Fire in Our Hearts (Fred’s POV) My hands were shaking. I could still feel the weight of the knife in my palm, the way it had cut through flesh, the awful, sickening warmth of blood on my fingers. I had killed him. Even though Drake’s large, warm hand still covered my eyes, blocking me from seeing the truth, I knew it was there. The body. The blood. The silence. A sob tore from my throat. My knees felt weak, my whole body trembling. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t strong enough for this.

“…Even if that’s true, and even if my master had zero talent for swordsmanship…… I would still choose to stay with him instead of you.” Hearing that response, August made a despising look at Night Fury. “Just shut up and—” The moment he extended his hand for Night Fury— I noticed that my right hand was reaching for the hilt of the Black Sword. “Aug— lookout…!” THUNK!!! My body did a quick drawing horizontal slash— August immediately received the blow by blocking with the scabbard of his Crepresculum Ignotum. There’s no way I could pull off such a move. It must be Night Fury— she’s controlling my body…!

He needs antibiotics first. Just as I pull my hand from his, his eyes go wide. He grabs my arm and yanks me back—just in time. A human lunges forward, knife aimed right where my heart would’ve been—and hits the warrior’s chest instead. I freeze. He took the hit for me. Rage ignites. Layla merges with me as I snarl, tackling the human to the ground. My claws elongate and I shred his throat with one hand, his stomach with the other—spilling his guts like ribbons across the dirt.

"You have quite the confidence, Mr. Representative. You probably don't understand what the words True Warriors meant. Today, allow me to help you understand just how terrifying the True Warriors from Sky Plane are!" As Kuro said that, he extended his right hand. A black miasma appeared around his fingers. Very quickly, it began to surround both his palms, looking extremely eerie. Mikan instinctively asked, "You're going to use the Origin Fist's ultimate attack, the Black Hands?" The so-called Black Hands was the ultimate technique of the Origin Fist. It was said that every use of it will make someone bleed. Every time it was used, it would cause damage to its user. While it was powerful, tho

​Laura stood at the perimeter of the ghost-filled square, her hands held aloft. She had been silent since they arrived, her eyes fixed not on the monsters but on the air between them. To her, the abyss looked different. She didn't see just darkness; she saw a chaotic, fraying tapestry of golden filaments. They were everywhere, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heartbeat. ​As she concentrated, the filaments began to weave around her fingers. They were the strands of Fate—the very blueprints of existence that the Architects had spent eons trying to sever and harvest.

“Our time is coming to an end.” “Who can I call on? Who can help me?” Minera gazed sympathetically at Amerie. “I am afraid there is no one left. My siblings are being hunted.” She coughed vigorously, leaving her heaving to catch her breath once it subsided. “You were given a great gift. Use it. Do not hold back. Trust what is inside you.” That new thing swelled and twisted. “What is inside me?” Amerie whispered. Minera grinned, revealing sharp teeth and a black mouth. “Fate.” She lifted her hands to bring down the ward around them.