Fate's Hands Free Read Novels & Stories

One hand reaches out slightly across the duvet, fingers half-open, grasping gently at nothing. I don’t move to take it. I watch her hand instead. The loose curl of her fingers. The small, searching motion that finds nothing and stills. “Eighteen months,” I repeat softly. “Then you’re free. That was always the deal.” The rain taps on. The promise feels like a lie for the first time.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The other dripped shadow so deep it erased the ground beneath its feet. Both reached for me. --- The wind bent toward the fracture. Hollowflame crowned me in fire. Dorian’s hand closed harder around mine. And Fate’s whisper slid against my ear, softer now but impossibly near: “Choose wrong… and you will not survive the choosing.”

Her fingers— slender and greasy, beautified in a way that just a stare at her glowing hands, one would be intrigued. There was a book—a brown and neat paperback that was opened at about the eleventh page out of a hundred. Little by little, her index finger tapped on words that piqued her fancy, her breathtaking giggles followed along. [With you, there is light. But without you, a fate greater than death crashes upon my soul.]

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..."

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.

The room fell silent, the tension dissipating as the imminent catastrophe was averted. As the team caught their breath, Alex's voice broke the silence. "We did it," they said, their tone a mixture of relief and triumph. "We stopped The Black Hand. Lives have been saved." But even in the aftermath of victory, Alex knew that the fight was far from over. The malevolent organization may have been defeated this time, but there were always new threats looming on the horizon. With resolute determination, they prepared to face the next challenge, ready to protect and serve in the face of darkness.

I believe this is the deeper voice—Jack The second man adds, "Oh, calm down," in a louder, more southern voice. You know, she's not really a princess. I feel two hands at the base of my skull when Jack grunts. I flinch and try to flee, but all I manage to do is flounder around like a fish when I become aware that my hands are restrained.

She opened her mouth to say more, and she screamed as another contraction hit. He just gave her a sad smile. “You are worth everything.” The goddess turned her gaze to Ternen. “Take your mate’s hand.” He turned to her. “We both know I can’t. I’m not here.” The goddess waved her hand. “Am I the goddess or are you?” His mouth dropped open, but he lifted his hand to Alannah’s, and the moment their hands touched, a soft light filled the room. Alannah cried out and clung to him. “How?” He turned back to the goddess as his hand was crushed by his mate.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

My people clutched their ears, dropping in pain—but they would recover. The humans were not so lucky. One by one, their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths began to bleed. Their brains exploded inside their skulls. The fighting stopped instantly. As my scream faded, a hand reached down—Caden’s. “Time to finish this, Baylee,” he whispered. He pulled me up, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and gripping my hand tight. Together, we walked toward the man in the suit. ⸻ Caden’s POV As we approached the suited rogue from Baylee’s vision, I tightened my grip on her hand. It was the only thing keeping my heart from spiraling out of control.