Fate's Hands Novels & Stories

That should change things. Tarsi spun around, creating new sentences above him. He was aware enough to feel the rage and grief behind them. "The death of a Fate was a private thing. Its sentence only able to be carried out by those who knew it well. Who worked alongside it as empires grew and fell." "To stop the Unravelling, the Fate itself would have to be undone and used to patch up the tears in the fabric of reality. The doors to the Meeting Room slammed shut and an ages-old ritual began."

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

The thing before her was Aryan, the soft, cute, scared boy she had taken under her wing, the only person she wanted to protect, even with her life. Willa stretched her hands forward, and her body trembled as the puppet rolled the wheel toward her. But just before it could get hold of her hands, the system’s warning echoed in her head. [Door Four Rule: Your hands control your fate.] “No!” Willa hissed, pulling back her hand as the puppet fell forward, struggling to grab her. “You are mine, Willa,” the puppet hissed as it crawled forward. Willa breathed and shook her head; she scrawled backwards as fast as she could.

“We don’t let fate make our choices.” Kyren folded his wings around me, warm and protective. “The Tear Drop does not decide for us.” Ashen leaned in and pressed his forehead to mine and it was intimate, grounding. “We will rewrite the ending ourselves.” Something in my chest unclenched. I reached out, touching each of their hands. “Then I’m not afraid.” The symbols glowed, soft now and then dimmed, slipping beneath my skin like coiled sleeping beasts. Waiting. The Fifth Seal was coming. And fate had just declared war.

"Priscilla's idea is brilliant. There are 54 of us. It's enough for a deck of cards!" "The school banned playing cards, and Cassidy watches us like a hawk. Luckily for us, the admission tickets are with Priscilla for safekeeping. What is she gonna do now? Confiscate them? Hah!" "I'm playing this one! Who's going for it?" "I will! I've got Justin in my hand!" "Then, I'll play Priscilla!" Admission tickets were being smacked onto the desk one after another. Yet, the moment they saw me, the smiles on their faces were replaced by frowns.

Her hands were trembling in front of her and she held them out seeing the flashes of colour. “Can you see that?” She asked looking at James who was smiling. “Yes. Mark and I can both see it. That’s your Magic.” “But I…?” lisa stared at her hands as they still flashed multicoloured and her words failed her. “Now do you believe?” James asked and all she could do was nod. It was madness, all of it, but it was also true. She was exactly what they’d been saying. She was Magic. She was Fate.

“But faint.” I reached for it. “Let me see.” He hesitated, then handed it over. The paper was rough, like old parchment. The handwriting was messy, almost angry. > You cannot hide from your fate, Moonstone. The Red Moon will rise again. You will fulfill your prophecy.

She paused, her eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "And remember, fate has carved two names into your destiny, Althea. One forged in light, the other in shadow. One whose love feels like a dawn rising, soft and sure... the other, like a wildfire that devours and sanctifies alike. You may walk with both, but only one shall awaken the divine rhythm written in the marrow of your soul. When the time comes, the heart will not be confused. It will find the one it has always known." She extended a glowing hand toward my heart, where a soft, golden light pulsed. It felt completely different now.

I steadied myself. “Reborn? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” However, Lily refused to let go of my hand. She dropped straight to her knees. “I know you are. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have agreed to marry Mark so easily, and you wouldn’t have given him so many ideas. Em, please save me, help me.” Lily would only call me “Em” when she begged. We were twins, but because I was born a few minutes earlier, I became the older one.

“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.