Novel & Cerita Fate's Hands

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.

I kissed her again until I put my face closed to her ear. "Please wake up, baby. I'm waiting for you now." I whispered on her ears. I went back to my seat and held her hands again. Kissing the back of her hand, I intertwined our hands and leaned my forehead on it while closing my eyes. Just please, wake up Yasha. I will not let you hurt anymore and I will never leave you again. The moment I opened my eyes, my gaze landed on her left hand that was rested on her stomach and my eyes widened when I saw it moving.

We can do this. Now come and hold our hands so that we can go back in time... Ethan moved forward and held Atropos and Clotho’s hand, Lahkesis held their hand too and they formed a circle. All Fate sisters closed their eyes and recited something. Within seconds they opened their eyes. Ethan looked here and there and was surprised to see that it’s morning 10 am now. All of them stepped out of the house successfully and then held hands again and then came to the dusky evening.

Whispered Darina. Moon Goddess laughed slightly, melodic laught like sound of breeze touching soft crystals, "Fate does not define anything. People make choices and their fate change. I fated you to John first, are you together? No, because it was a matter of choice. " She paused and added, "I see you are confused. Let me show you to help you to decide. " The Goddess moved her hand, and a large funnel appeared with some images flashing in it, swirling like silver fire in the air.

She tried to understand, but she couldn't. The image of the table was beginning to fade, the woman in red was slowly receding into the recesses of her mind. It was in that last brief image of the Fates that Ellie saw the Dark Fate advance on the woman in red and grasp her neck with his hand, a black smoke-like substance wafting around her dress as she gasped up into the hidden eyes of the Dark Fate. Finally, Ellie understood. The Fates were at war.

Zhang fei fei noticed the change Thanatos caused by this brief moment, though he is not the fate keeper he is still the keeper of the twisted book of fate so he knows whenever somebody change fate. "I really picked trouble by striking a deal with him," Zhang fei fei said to himself as a book automatically appeared before him. "guess i have to change it back to a possibility i can contain," Zhang fei fei said as a feather automatically appeared which he dipped into an ink to write.

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.

He needs antibiotics first. Just as I pull my hand from his, his eyes go wide. He grabs my arm and yanks me back—just in time. A human lunges forward, knife aimed right where my heart would’ve been—and hits the warrior’s chest instead. I freeze. He took the hit for me. Rage ignites. Layla merges with me as I snarl, tackling the human to the ground. My claws elongate and I shred his throat with one hand, his stomach with the other—spilling his guts like ribbons across the dirt.

When we reach the grave from before, I stop and release his hand. It falls to his side. I stare at the grave and avoid his face. “You were right when you said I'm selfish.” I start. “I don't know how to trust. Until now, I've never even tried to, not really, I run away, hide and avoid everyone who tries to get close to me. But there is one thing I have always trusted and that is fate. These threads that I see. They never deceive me, they show truth, good and bad. They do nothing to spare my feelings because fate doesn't care about my feelings. There are times I wish I couldn't see them at all because what I see is so heartbreaking. But despite that, I really do trust them. Completely. I trus

“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,