Fate's Hand Novels & Stories

He rarely said my name, which made my heart break a little. I turned towards him and looked at him. “That night.” He said, eyes dark, unguarded. “Was the first time I believed in fate.” My breath caught. “And now?” I asked. His gaze dropped to his injured hand. “Now.” He said. “I believe that fate always comes back to collect.” I left but the memory stayed. ----------------------------------------------

With a sweep of his hand, a dagger appeared in his palm, and he raised it to slice the threads. “Cut them if you wanna die!” Panic flashed across Lilian's face. Kiran's dagger halted, and he shifted his attention to her. A blush appeared on Lilian's stunning face, but her eyes showed a fierce glint. Glowering at him, she continued, “These are Threads of Fate. Cut them and see what happens.” “Threads of Fate?” Once again, Kiran was startled. His master had once told him that he had planted a Seed of Fate in his body. It was a love seed that could save him when his life was in danger.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

Saying that, I added more force into my hand, And there, blood, then silence, when I saw the face, My hands shook so much that the dagger almost fell from my hands. " You.." " You..."

Much closer. Then something else emerged. A hand. God. No. Thomas felt his stomach drop. The hand was enormous. Larger than entire buildings. Dark gold. Covered in ancient symbols. Its fingers wrapped around the remains of a shattered tower. Then crushed it effortlessly. Stone exploded. Dust filled the abyss. The hand continued climbing. Slowly. Patiently. Like it wasn't in a hurry. Like it knew escape was inevitable. Then Rowan whispered: "That's a hand." Honestly?

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.

“This hasn’t happened. What is happening to me?” But the images kept flickering. Broken glass. Twisted metal. Aurora’s cold hand. It felt like memories. Except they weren’t his. But they felt like they were. His breath hitched. “I’m losing my mind—” Except he wasn’t. Because next to him, invisible and unseen, Fate sat in the passenger seat,her small form glowing faintly, her delicate fingers outstretched toward him. Her eyes were sad. Her voice… unheard by him, whispered,

My mind kept drifting back to the scroll hidden in the basement, to the runes I had drawn on the floor. I had found the scroll hidden among my grandmother's things after she died. It was ancient, written in a language that had taken me weeks to decipher. It spoke of the Fates—Abraxas, the Fate of Life; Kaius, the Fate of Death; and Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. The Fates ruled the universe, deciding the course of every life, every death, every destiny. The scroll claimed that one could summon a Fate and ask for a boon. But it came with a warning: to call on a Fate was to risk death. I didn't care about the risk. If I didn't do something, I would be exposed as a Shade during my first shift, and

I will continue to record the flow of time. No one can escape fate and destiny. What am I? I am two sides of the same coin. I am the Original. I am Fate and I am Destiny. If you want to put it in simple terms. Spear of Destiny, Hand of Fate, any of these ring a bell? All are me. Beginning and End, Alpha and Omega, all these things they stupidly assign to one who has no name. All are me.

“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.