Fate's Hand Novels & Stories

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

She’s barely five years old, but she’s hanging on. Yaya places her hand on the crown of Ruby’s head. Her brown hair has lost its luster, her rosy cheeks now ashen. A soft orange glow emanates from Yaya’s hand, and it looks like it’s spreading warmth throughout Ruby’s small body. Yaya lets go after a few seconds; she can only use so much of her magic to counter this poison. If she uses too much, it drains all of her energy. Any amount of help she can provide is better than nothing.

Choice asked her sister Destiny who was busy writing the FATE MANUSCRIPT Destiny didn’t respond at all, which made Choice quite anxious. She snatched the FATE MANUSCRIPT, from her hands saying, “You can work on it later, sister. First you answer me.” Snatching the MANUSCRIPT back from her, Destiny glared at her, responding in a low inaudible tone, making Choice glued to her spot, “Whatever she would ask, is fated to wreak havoc in their lives.”

“You can’t keep fighting it.” Lilith clenched her fists, her claws slicing small crescent moons into her palms. “I have to fight it. If I don’t—” “You’ll lose control?” Nathan finished, crouching beside her. His crimson eyes were steady, unreadable. “You’re already losing control, Lilith. You just don’t know it.” Her throat tightened. The markings along her back and arms pulsed faintly beneath her skin. Her vision blurred, edges darkening. That gnawing, monstrous hunger whispered at the edges of her mind, urging her to give in.

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

if you eat that leaf you can exchange soul but than max you die anyway because of disease too and it my job to maintain balance wait you are goddess of fate because of you I suffered and now you telling me I can't exchange soul what kind of fate you write you are monster I can only write possibilities,way and results and rest is you decision and you can write your own fate bu move forward but you didn't even try and nothing changed that all your doing it my job to maintain law and stray neutral. I don't have any right to give someone special treatment even if thousand die but I am here to bless you with power to heal any injuries you can only heal 20 people if they near death and based on y

His hands ran across the marks on my stomach and arm. Unlike the rest of the wolves, I didn't get healing abilities. Every injury I ever had turned into a scar. He gently turned on the faucet and cleaned me up with a warm towel. He looked so focused with his hair constantly falling on his face. I wanted to lift my arms, feel the texture of his hair around my fingers as I brushed it away but my body had other plans. I leaned my head on the bathtub closing my eyes. The warmth coupled with Noah’s hands covered me like a warm blanket.

Ema almost jumped in happiness, "So is it a little prince or princess?" Alan shrugged, "I forgot to ask." He smiled and Ema stared at him disbelief, "Are you dumb?" Alan chuckled, "I was just happy that she was fine and our baby was fine... that's why I forgot." Just then a nurse came with a small bundle in her hand, she walked towards Alan. "It's a girl." She said and placed the bundle in Alan's arm. Alan instinctively adjusted his arms the moment the tiny bundle was placed into them. He had negotiated million-dollar contracts without his hands shaking. Right now? He was terrified he'd hold her the wrong way.

“You are just as beautiful as I had always imagined that you would be. I had been hoping to see it in person, but that is not my fate just yet.’ I spun around and saw the most stunning woman that I had ever seen before. She had on a flowing silver gown that accentuated her figure, wavy black hair that hung at her waist, high cheekbones, full lips, and mesmerizing green eyes that were framed with thick lashes. There was something incredibly familiar about her, but I could not quite place it. “How do you know who I am?” I asked carefully, hoping not to offend whoever she was. “Take my hand, and it will all make sense.” She held her hand out to me with a patient smile. I swallowed down my nerve

The clues led them on a treacherous journey, from ancient catacombs to modern high-tech facilities, each step bringing them closer to the truth. With their team assembled, Alex shared the mission's urgency. "We don't have much time," they explained, their voice laced with determination. "The Black Hand aims to unleash chaos on an unprecedented scale. Innocent lives are at stake, and it's up to us to stop them." Together, they embarked on a race against the clock, navigating a labyrinth of challenges and obstacles. The first clue led them to a disused subway station, where they discovered a hidden cache of weapons and explosives.