Fate's Hands Novels & Stories

Her recovery from Veyron’s control had been slow but steady, and her sharp mind was once again proving invaluable. “What did you find?” I asked. She handed me a parchment, the edges charred as if it had been plucked from a fire. “This was found on one of the rogue bodies. It’s a manifesto of sorts.” I unrolled the parchment, scanning the hastily scrawled words. “The mate bond is sacred, the Moon Goddess’s gift. Without it, we are nothing but beasts, lost and unworthy. Those who defy Her will shall face Her wrath through us. We are the Hand of the Crescent Flame, and we will restore balance—by blood, if necessary.”

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

he said, “are men who will sell information and survival. They will mingle in taverns and at trade posts; they will offer a lantern for a price. They will be paid to speak in the right ears.” “And the Hand?” Lykar demanded. “The Hand kills?” Theodore’s eyes narrowed. “The Hand is the instrument of final consequence. It will not be wielded until the other two have done their work. The Hand moves when a leader’s heart has cracked under the weight of doubt. The Hand is swift and sure. It will not be a spectacle; it will be a surgical correction.”

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.

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.

All three of them looked alike, with their faces mirroring each other. All three women looked eerie and ancient, I felt a cold chill crawl down my spine as I stared at how drained and pale their faces were. Who were they? My blood instantly runs cold as if frozen. I finally realized who they were--The Fates. A heavy lightning struck on cue out of nowhere. The Fates were the deities who held time and Destiny in their hands. They were three but existed in one. They are what was, what is and what will be. Holding the knowledge of the entire universe in their hands, what had occurred and whatever yet to occur.

Fate says carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly as if wishing he was saying something else. Anger suddenly consumes every pore in my body. You don't mess with my sister, "Messed with here? If you weren't omnipotent or whatever, I would kill you right now," I mutter darkly, my eyes landing on his neck. I heard he is manipulative and does whatever he can to get what he wants, but this is something I never saw coming. My sister means too much to me. "Tell me what you-" Fate holds his hands up. "Calm down. She attacked one of Rylan's staff, so I calmed her down and used a little...incentive, to help her understand what is going on, and what is going happen."

"He's only a kid." The man merely grinned. "As was every god, king, and ruler before him." I balled my fists up. "You won't take him." His eyes grew gloomy. "Fate is beyond your control." Shaun stepped forward. "Try us." The man sighed for the first time. As though he was let down. "Excellent," he whispered. "We'll let fate make the final decision." He held out his hand before I could respond.

Closer to see the nameplate of the device: [Time Machine – Researching] Lina gave a wicked smile, but her parents' words made her pause for a moment: “ The time machine is being researched...” However, when she looked at the past life monitor, her parents' warning words immediately disappeared, replaced by: "If you want to cut off the predestined fate in this life, you must cut the predestined relationship from the previous life."

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