Fate's Hands Novels & Stories

His arm absently moves up to pull me in closer to his side and my senses are assaulted with his fire and brimstone scent. “Are we interrupting something important?” Power surges through the air as the Fates suddenly appear in the middle of the drawing room, an amused look echoing along all of their faces. Clotho steps away from her sisters and makes her way over to the empty seat to my right. Her hands reach out to grab mine in hers, pulling me out of Levi’s hold until I am facing her fully. The empty sockets where her eyes should be start to glow a pale white light as her breathing starts to slow to an almost indescernible rate.

Elder Rufus smiles, "Luna Sabina, you may continue." I have always heard of the next part from my father and tonight I was experiencing it. I watch the sliver of the knife shine under the moon. My mother is going to make a clean cut on my father's palm first before making a cut on my right hand palm. After that, our palms will join. My blood will be mixed with his and the transference will begin. I will feel the power of my ancestors infused in my blood.

Aphrodite almost seems to comfort us, yet she still leaves us here in this icky place. The Sisters of Fate are much more hideous than I thought they would be. Their skin is a pale grey, their skin seems to glob from their bone. They all have at least eight legs, yet the way they crawl it seems like so much more. The whole main room is twindled with red string, they all seem to glow with fate.

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

I pressed the advantage, unleashing coordinated combos that pushed her back, but the combination of rage and will that fueled her made her impervious to pain. She grabbed both of my hands, then head butted me with enough force to kill a normal person. Even I staggered and was blinded in my right eye from a massive gash that was leaking blood into it. She was on me in an instant, not letting me regain my bearings before kicking me in the chest. I gasped for air as she slowly walked around me. "It could've been us, together. Standing atop a vampire utopia. No prejudice, no pain, no suffering. Why wouldn't you want that? No matter, you made your choice." She said calmly now.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

She paused as a tear escape from her eyes and it fell on her hand, “It’s time to let go and move on. Don't chain yourself in the past. You'll never see the beauty of the future.” Without another word, Alexander looked down as tears fell on Jenalyn's hand. She tighten her hold on his hand as he quietly sobs. She moved closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder and caressed his hand with her thumb.

Her fingers are shaking beneath the wide long sleeves of her white robe. “Do you understand the responsibilities as the wielder of strings bear?” “Let people meet their loved ones.” I immediately answered. She smiled and the air around her flutter. “Yes, and other things too.” She took one tainted with black string and offered it to me. “Strings are the foundation of Fate in this world. People can’t change nor alter what they’re destiny is, even when they try numerous ways to change their path. If Fate decides you will die today, you will die. But you, my mistress, has the power to change other people’s fates in your hands -”

"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

“I think it’s about time I introduce myself. I’m Brigid, it’s good to have you back here. We have much to accomplish together.” The third, with hair the color of autumn leaves and a gaze as steady as the mountains, extends her hand. “My name is Cerys. Your journey will be challenging, but we’re here to guide you, to teach you to master your gifts.” Lastly, there’s Diantha, her hair the deep black of a moonless night, her eyes shining with wisdom. Something tells me she was the first Fate to ever exist. There’s an ancient power just exuding from her, one I can feel right to my core.