Fate's Hands Novels & Stories

I turned to her “Elixir don’t listen to them They feed you a story you already fear and call it truth That’s not fate That’s manipulation” She blinked But she didn’t run One of the figures raised their hand and the flame between them flickered into an image Me Soren Ewen Standing over her body Blood on our hands Her voice cracked then “Why would fate show me that if it wasn’t true” “Because fate’s not fixed” I said “You taught me that” She shook her head “But what if I am the danger What if I don’t belong to any of you anymore” “You don’t belong to anyone” I said “But that doesn’t mean you’re alone”

Rose’s Pov I could hear my heart beating very fast. “Let me go!” I yelled, as I tried to remove the hands from my eyes. I thought someone had caught me off guard just like what had happened in Blackmoon. But then, the hands dropped and a cheerful voice sang out, “Surprise!”

I kissed her lips and took a few steps away since we had no idea what was going to happen. Her neck and shoulders rolled. I winced when her claws pierced her palm. Her arms hung loosely by her sides. “Fuck. It’s so warm,” she murmured. At first I was worried, but a smile tipped her lips upwards because of what she was experiencing. A very faint blue glow encompassed her hands. It appeared to be working thus far by opening her blood up to the air. That was good to know because it meant it would be much easier to use no matter what the situation called for. If her hands were tied behind her back for example.

"Name one person in this room Fate has assisted, given a better life. All it has done is harm each and every one of us. Is that retribution for crimes that were out of our control, or are we just being used as pawns to put on a show for our dear Goddess? Either way, it's wrong. If the Moon Goddess can take away immortality when her chosen no longer deserve it, we can take away the dealer when it becomes evident the deck is rigged." "No," Annalise declared, eyes darkening. "I can't stand by that. I won't see you destroy yourself and everyone around you the way our parents did." "You think that lowly of her, really?" Rudi scoffed. "You think Maise has the twisted, sadistic mindset to do what y

As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of gold and amber, the sea breeze carried a hint of evening’s chill. I clasped her hand, feeling the solidity of a promise in my heart. This time, I wouldn’t let her slip away.

“Why is it Fated One?” Rebecca explained, “The fates are the writhing gods of chaos and tricks. The fates like to play a game and bet with their so-called thread of life, yet none seems to know the thread of the Fated One, they made a bet that she would succumb to her destiny and change the fates of the world. However, they weren't all unfair, they gave her a mysterious weapon to aid her. The whip-sword." Lucinda held the container of the whip-sword away from herself as if she was holding a dangerous serpent.

An immortal who could kill me at whatever moment he pleases is someone who demands respect and shall receive it. His gentle hands pull up the back of my shirt, and I freeze. Who knows what powers those fingers possess. The same fingers trace the pattern on my back, silently marvelling at it. Time has quite the talent with creating brands with magic. Perhaps that’s why so many love to hate him. “He’s done quite mark hasn’t he,” Fate murmurs. “It’s growing too.” I flinch. “No, it can’t be.”

His laughter now rumbled like the thunder, sparks falling from his fingers in flares like lightening. "I am Fate," he boomed, looming over us, black doom painting his eyes the color of his power. Demetrius's smile didn't waver as he bent beside me and held out his hand. "I need your crystal," he said with perfect clarity. "If you don't mind." I gaped at him. Looked down at it in my hand even as Belaisle's giant foot shifted next to me, rising to crush us all like bugs. My hand lurched forward, dropped the silent stone into Demetrius's hand. He liberated Ameline's from hers without asking. Stood swiftly, turned and bowed to the Fates who seemed unconcerned Belaisle's massive foot was about to

Fenrir POV. “Long time no see, my love.” Fate drawls with a wave of her hand as she transforms into her true form. Like Karma, her golden skin glows, the ancient symbols etched black into her skin, her long black straight hair flows around her. Simple gold rings on each of her fingers connected with delicate chains to bracelets on her wrists. Her skin bare only sheer fabric covers her breasts and mound. Gold chains around her flat stomach. Walking bare foot towards me, her white eyes shine as she looks at me.

Choice asked her sister Destiny who was busy writing the FATE MANUSCRIPT Destiny didn’t respond at all, which made Choice quite anxious. She snatched the FATE MANUSCRIPT, from her hands saying, “You can work on it later, sister. First you answer me.” Snatching the MANUSCRIPT back from her, Destiny glared at her, responding in a low inaudible tone, making Choice glued to her spot, “Whatever she would ask, is fated to wreak havoc in their lives.”