Fate Hands Novels & Stories

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

“I think it’s about time I introduce myself. I’m Brigid, it’s good to have you back here. We have much to accomplish together.” The third, with hair the color of autumn leaves and a gaze as steady as the mountains, extends her hand. “My name is Cerys. Your journey will be challenging, but we’re here to guide you, to teach you to master your gifts.” Lastly, there’s Diantha, her hair the deep black of a moonless night, her eyes shining with wisdom. Something tells me she was the first Fate to ever exist. There’s an ancient power just exuding from her, one I can feel right to my core.

“Why is it Fated One?” Rebecca explained, “The fates are the writhing gods of chaos and tricks. The fates like to play a game and bet with their so-called thread of life, yet none seems to know the thread of the Fated One, they made a bet that she would succumb to her destiny and change the fates of the world. However, they weren't all unfair, they gave her a mysterious weapon to aid her. The whip-sword." Lucinda held the container of the whip-sword away from herself as if she was holding a dangerous serpent.

His laughter now rumbled like the thunder, sparks falling from his fingers in flares like lightening. "I am Fate," he boomed, looming over us, black doom painting his eyes the color of his power. Demetrius's smile didn't waver as he bent beside me and held out his hand. "I need your crystal," he said with perfect clarity. "If you don't mind." I gaped at him. Looked down at it in my hand even as Belaisle's giant foot shifted next to me, rising to crush us all like bugs. My hand lurched forward, dropped the silent stone into Demetrius's hand. He liberated Ameline's from hers without asking. Stood swiftly, turned and bowed to the Fates who seemed unconcerned Belaisle's massive foot was about to

"Priscilla's idea is brilliant. There are 54 of us. It's enough for a deck of cards!" "The school banned playing cards, and Cassidy watches us like a hawk. Luckily for us, the admission tickets are with Priscilla for safekeeping. What is she gonna do now? Confiscate them? Hah!" "I'm playing this one! Who's going for it?" "I will! I've got Justin in my hand!" "Then, I'll play Priscilla!" Admission tickets were being smacked onto the desk one after another. Yet, the moment they saw me, the smiles on their faces were replaced by frowns.

They thought my eyes were cold, but that was not true. My eyes were dead, just like my dead heart. I often had to place my hand on my heart, to assure myself, that it was still beating and I was still alive. But knowing, that I was still alive, was more painful. I had to endure everything and still stay alive. It was my cruel fate. I looked down at my hands. They say, that the lines on your hands can describe, what is in your fate, but the lines on my hands, have always been so dull. I guess it's true then. I smirked sadly.

“Of all the days in the world, you chose today to bring that human here. Are you intentionally trying to tick me off?” “She is one of the people who made a wish on the reaper. Normally William and I would handle it ourselves but there's a lot about her that makes no sense and only you have the answer because you created her.” Fate grumbled. He was draped in flowing purple robes, his long blonde hake scattering on his shoulders and his ripped body making no effort to hide under the robe. In short, he had taken a very handsome appearance today so he must really be in a bad mood.

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.

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

I steadied myself. “Reborn? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” However, Lily refused to let go of my hand. She dropped straight to her knees. “I know you are. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have agreed to marry Mark so easily, and you wouldn’t have given him so many ideas. Em, please save me, help me.” Lily would only call me “Em” when she begged. We were twins, but because I was born a few minutes earlier, I became the older one.