Fate In Time Novels & Stories

I muttered. Fernando snickered. "There's something you need to understand about fate and time. You can never truly change it. What was meant to happen is bound to happen. You might think making a different choice might have given another outcome, but guess what. . ." he stopped and stared ahead as if he could see those days coming back to us. I blinked and looked away from the mirror. "Fate would have still found a way to make it happen. Might even be harder in a crueller way," he whispered. "So, instead of wasting time thinking about the past, it's better to focus on what can be done for a better future," he concluded.

"Time is a gift, and a burden. The threads of fate are delicate, easily swayed by the choices you make. Go forth with the wisdom you've gained, for the path ahead is treacherous." As the heroes left the chamber, they carried with them the weight of understanding—the realization that their choices would echo through time. The journey was far from over, and the threads of destiny beckoned them onward. The Time Oracle's guidance fueled their determination as they set their sights on a future where the Enchanted Realm would

I know who is behind that door, but I have no right to go and see her. Fate, the sister of Karma and Odessa. My pops and mom tortured her personally for years. Nearly thirty mortal years she has been here, but thirty mortal years is an eternity as time moves differently here. A day here is the same as six months to the surface. Or something like that. I never truly understood the premise of time. We leave the prison and walk towards the palace. The vibrations from the footfalls pounds the red dirt as we enter the palace. I don’t stop, we just keep moving forward. Everyone is silent as I try to think of a plan. I need to meet mom who said she would meet me here, and she hasn’t. So much for he

"The more you try to fight fate, the more it comes back to bite you in the back." "I disagree with that," I said sharply. The words came out more forcefully than I'd intended, but I didn't care. "I was murdered in my first life in cold blood. This second chance I have had... I have changed things. I have defied fate." Dayo shook her head again. "Fate is like energy. It cannot be created nor can it be destroyed. The wheel turns, but the wind, situation, and road will determine which direction and the speed at which it turns. You cannot defy fate. You can only pass it to another or push it forward."

If it wasn’t for the maiden, the princess who took his heart and calms his anger, everything will long be gone turned into nothingness from the start. Their existence and their written fate that HE plans and long gone plotted are the beginning of everything. The price and reward of His existence curiosity, love, and sin. The result and the key for the worlds and books that are known now to exist. “I just hope that everything will fall right to where it all and should belong.” “Love, chance, time, the gods, and fate itself. Let us just trust everything that HE planned and long gone written for our lives.” They both agreed. Holding the hope and the fact that everything will come to an end.

It really does be cold. To be honest, I never imagined I will be the one to put an end to whatever this between us is. He calls it a relationship. I think of it the same, but from how it feels, it doesn't look so. What kind of a relationship is ours? It's like stealing time. Yes, it's exactly what we do. We are stealing time. We do since the day I chose to give him a second chance. We pretend everything is fine between us, but truth be told, we are running out of time. Maybe we met too early, maybe we shouldn't have met at all. If fate exists as my father believed, I conclude fate is a big fat bitch. I refuse to believe fate chose to take my mother away for Viktor as replacement. If I didn't

"I need your help. And I hope you won't refuse to help me, El." "Oh God," Elena shook her head and looked down deeply, "Why... could Lucas be this heartless?" "He..." Clara swallowed hard, "he doesn't know that I'm pregnant." *** There was a book that talked about how time could be mysterious—bringing people together, separating them, and making them enemies in a blink of an eye. Clara had read that besides time, fate was also a mysterious thing that couldn't be easily understood. It flowed like water, not knowing where it would end. Sometimes there were stones to be crossed, but sometimes there were waterfalls to be passed through.

Her aura was calm and strong, and her eyes were kind but ageless. “The Moon Goddess,” I muttered, my pulse thumping. She grinned. "Child, you've come so far. More distant than most "What brings you here?" She remarked, "To remind you that your journey is just getting started." The decisions you make today will affect more than just your own destiny, even if you have broken free from the bonds of fate. They will influence every wolf's future. I got a chill from what she said. "What do you mean?" With her shape starting to deteriorate, she remarked cryptically, "Time will tell." "But keep in mind, Aria—you underestimate your strength."

“A debt?” The goddess nodded. She turned to Wendy. “You too little, one. Rise.” Wendy slipped her hand into the goddess’s and stood next to my mother. The three of us near the bed stayed silent until they turned to us. “Hello Alannah. Your mate has told me lovely stories about your time together. He hasn’t stopped talking about you for years.” “Years?” She turned to Ternen. “I just lost him…” Ternen smiled a little sadly. “Time moves differently here.” He sighed as he put his back against the headboard with her.

To relish her realm or prey on those unfortunate enough to find themselves in her direction, as he had. Sitting by the fire with Shawn's shoulders slumped, he wallowed in the heat and light. He was completely reborn. He was a new man. He was a powerful being now. And he will be remembered till the end of his life and until the end of time, and it shall come, even his offspring, human or not, will be a means to let the Fated One know that her time is limited. And the darkness was on her trail, waiting for her blood.