Fate's Hand Novels & Stories

Blake Prime was the first to notice the unusual situation. “Quick, we need to stay away from each other. We are beginning to merge.” Blake Prime stated and tried to stop the merger with this clone. He had already promised himself that he would keep from merging and be allowed to live in the Inner World. “It’s fate, Blake. The Powers of Laws have been sealed within me, and it needs to become yours. Allow me to give you the final Delivery of Fate to you.” Blake’s clone said and closed his eyes. No one could see what was taking shape within the pillar of light. However, when the light dissipated, a powerful concussion was released and began to spread outwards like an atomic bomb had been releas

"When Gu Wei started applying ointment to Mao's bruised hand, she..." Her hands frowned at their place. She had a desire to continue but was not able to write further. What happened after all?

"I'm warning you. There is Death, but after that, there is something worse. There is purgatory, where a devilish man named Sinful decides your fate. Yes, your fate." "First," I say slowly. "Sinful is a stupid name. Second, you're Fate, which means you're either really bad at storytelling, or you aren't as powerful as everyone likes to think." Fate frowns. The expression looks strange on him. "He wants something, and it looks like you're the perfect way for him to get it," Fate muses, and suddenly, the easy smile I want to slap right off him is making an appearance again. "It does follow his namesake, after all."

Etched into it was the Brawnstorm crest, a storm-wolf howling into the wind. “This is it,” Kael said, climbing out before turning to offer his hand again. “Home.” I hesitated. The air was colder than I was used to, but the chill wasn’t what made me shiver, it was the quiet. No scolding voices. No sharp footsteps down polished halls. No Jared. Just wind and snow, and him. I took his hand. His people bowed their heads respectfully as we passed through the gates. None looked away in disgust, none wrinkled their noses at my scent.

“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.

Kane was about to say something but Ming held his hand, subtly stopping him. The four scary hazers were standing with arms crossed, as in daring, challenging anyone to meddle in between. "Hello. I am Noah Gabriel . And I am holding the hands of the most beautiful and handsome person in the world, at least in my world. Guys. He is Benjamin Brian. I don't know what his identity was before, and I don't want to listen too. But today I want to say that from now on you only need to remember that, he is My Benjamin. Noah's Benjamin. The light in my life. So hands and eyes off this man because he is my boyfriend". He declared with so much love yet with an authority stating his claim.

spine. Who were they? Immediately, my blood feels as frigid as ice. At last, I recognized them as the Fates. Suddenly, out of the blue, a powerful lightning strike occurred. Time and Destiny were in the hands of the gods known as the Fates. Despite being three, they were all one. They are the past, present, and future. They held in their hands the knowledge of the entire universe, including what had happened and what would happen. What made them decide to come see me? I squinted to see what they were doing. While the one on the left was busy knitting a complicated, enormous sock that I doubt would fit anyone—unless they were knitting for Sasquatch or Bigfoot—the youngest was clutching a lar

“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.

The nightie she wore had little or no hand, which was almost falling off her shoulder blade while she slept off with no knowledge of what transpired at night. He watched and learned every part of her face he could see from the dim light. he wouldn't dare turn on the bedside lamp for fear of waking her and embarrassing himself. "My wife..." but as soon as the thought came it left before it would stick in his subconscious mind. He thought how fate had brought the both of them together, why she was the one he hit on the road that night. The same person he saw lying lifeless on the cold ground in her pool of blood and cold blood he left her there running for his own life and safety. He felt repu

"Maria, I will avenge you. What he did to you, his wife will face the same. And then I'll ask him to replace her, just like he asked me to and then he'll know that fame means nothing but destruction." Fate sat on the top of a tower and wrote something in her Grecabulum, the book of fate and destiny. Her pen shone light blue as she wrote down the Fate of people. Then, she flew up and reached a balcony. She passed through the closed doors and looked at a new born baby sleeping in a cradle. She touched his hands and the fate lines appeared on his palm. "May you get what you deserve" She smiled and walked out. She flew up and climbed at the terrace of a building. "Let's see, what's next," She lo