Fate's Hand Novels & Stories

" The other gods were taken aback by what Fate had in store. Fate tsked, took her hand, and gave it a tender kiss. Fate declared, "I have the power to give and take a lover." Her exquisite features were ruined by an animalistic grimace as she snatched her hand back firmly. Her angry eyes narrowed in warning as her lips parted and her teeth exposed. "Calm down, Mother Moon. I promise not to hurt any of your innocent kids." Slowly, she became more composed, but the wild expression in her eyes persisted. “Hope. You instill hope in your kids. a desire to be loved, trusted, and cherished by someone."

Juste was keeping himself from panicking. He had a furious and a shocked look upon his face. Both of his hands were occupied in holding down the thirsty bloodhunt. So he quickly ordered Chastine to pull her hand away from Maxill’s mouth. “Chastine, pull away your hand!” Juste’s eyes were fully opened. He was looking at Chastine in an alarming way. The beautiful witborn weakly tugged her bitten hand away from Maxill’s lips.

he replied. ‘Not just any hands, but my son's hands,’ He wanted to add, but restrained. ‘Is he playing dumb with me, or he just doesn't want to reveal anything to me,’ Alpha Zavier wondered as he stared at him. “You are not scared to die? Huh?” Alpha Zavier asked. “That's my fate, or should call it destiny? The moment I was put here in the dungeon, I knew that my life had ended and took another turn. I won't come out alive, and I have already accepted my fate,” Chad replied.

The doctor had to stitch ten times before my hand was barely saved. When Vivian dragged me to the rooftop in my previous life, I did not resist because my body was already completely drained. I could not even break free from one of her fingers. There was another reason. I had already stopped wanting to live. As I fell, there was no fear in my heart. Instead, there was a faint joy at the thought of being freed. Seeing that demon again, every cell in my body screamed for me to stay away. The terror carved into my bones had not faded at all, even after living again.

I look through her. The Veil has split over the mortal forest. The edges writhe like exposed nerve. Light and shadow fuse into a colour no god has ever named. When the voice comes, the Mirror hums so violently that the gold inlay on the table rattles like teeth. > “THE FIRE WILL CHOOSE ITS END.” The god of war’s iron fist dents wood. The goddess of oaths flinches. The Pale Judge doesn’t blink. If it were just Fate, I would know where to stand. Fate is the architect that hides its chain in the mortar. Fate is the law you hate but still obey.

"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.

“We don’t let fate make our choices.” Kyren folded his wings around me, warm and protective. “The Tear Drop does not decide for us.” Ashen leaned in and pressed his forehead to mine and it was intimate, grounding. “We will rewrite the ending ourselves.” Something in my chest unclenched. I reached out, touching each of their hands. “Then I’m not afraid.” The symbols glowed, soft now and then dimmed, slipping beneath my skin like coiled sleeping beasts. Waiting. The Fifth Seal was coming. And fate had just declared war.

I thought I was only reading a novel until I woke up inside it. I wake trapped in the body of Seraphina Vale, a noblewoman whose future I know. In the original story, I am destined to die by the order of Crown Prince Adrian Blackthorne, the man I am supposed to marry. Knowing what awaits me, I decide to change everything. I avoid the events that led to Seraphina’s downfall, determined to survive and find a way back to my own world. But everything changes when Adrian arrives earlier than he should and accuses me of trying to kill him. In his hand is a silver dagger engraved with my name. I know that dagger never existed in the story, and I realize someone is changing the plot. As

he asked, standing from his chair and making his way to her. “A mate,” she answered proudly. The other gods gasped in surprise at what Fate was planning of. Fate tsk-tsked, took her hand, and kissed it softly. “I can give a lover and take one away,” Fate said. She snatched her hand back forcefully and her beautiful features were marred by an animalistic expression. Her lips parted, her teeth bared, and her angry eyes narrowed in warning. “Be calm, Mother Moon. I will not harm any of your . . . innocent children.” She calmed herself slowly, but the wild look in her eyes remained.

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.