Fate's Hands Novels & Stories

“You can’t keep fighting it.” Lilith clenched her fists, her claws slicing small crescent moons into her palms. “I have to fight it. If I don’t—” “You’ll lose control?” Nathan finished, crouching beside her. His crimson eyes were steady, unreadable. “You’re already losing control, Lilith. You just don’t know it.” Her throat tightened. The markings along her back and arms pulsed faintly beneath her skin. Her vision blurred, edges darkening. That gnawing, monstrous hunger whispered at the edges of her mind, urging her to give in.

None said a word, as I reached to unveil the face, my hands began to shiver, I felt like my world was turning upside down, it was like the whole universe shut down. "Don’t!" He said and I tremble, I gulped looking down at the body, I can’t do this, but I have to do this. I have to know whose body is. My mind tells me it’s Khalil but my heart tells me it’s not. I let out a breath and reached to unveil it but one of the men held my hand "Don’t!" He said "I have to, I have to know whose body it is." "I’m sorry miss but I can’t let you."

It’s been two days, and Cindy is much better, my granddaughter is also very healthy. They were being discharged today. My granddaughter was so precious, she looked just like Cindy when I had her. My two lovely girls. Cindy handed the little bundle of joy to me, still looking so tired. “You seriously scared us baby, don’t do that again.” I said to Cindy as I remembered the horror plastered on her face as we saw the blood. I am honestly grateful that everything ended perfectly. Grace had seen the little child many times now, but her eyes always became teary, it was so cute. She held her for a little and passed her on to Dr. Mike who had managed to clear his schedule a little to come check up o

I thought I was only reading a novel until I woke up inside it. I wake trapped in the body of Seraphina Vale, a noblewoman whose future I know. In the original story, I am destined to die by the order of Crown Prince Adrian Blackthorne, the man I am supposed to marry. Knowing what awaits me, I decide to change everything. I avoid the events that led to Seraphina’s downfall, determined to survive and find a way back to my own world. But everything changes when Adrian arrives earlier than he should and accuses me of trying to kill him. In his hand is a silver dagger engraved with my name. I know that dagger never existed in the story, and I realize someone is changing the plot. As

“Why do we have this… bond? I’m not one of you. I’m human. This shouldn’t be possible.” Carlos sighed, his hand sliding down to grasp mine fully, holding on like I was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Fate doesn’t care about what’s possible, Casey. It only cares about what’s meant to be.” Carlos’s fingers tightened around mine, and our eyes locked, his gaze deep and soft as he looked at me. But then his eyes flickered. I saw fear, and guilt in his lavender eyes. As quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by a cold, fierce resolve. Suddenly, he pulled his hand away from mine, and he steps back, his expression hardening.

Fate questioned her, daring her. She smirked as she answered. Her hands were removed from the table. They were engulfed in fog. The moon abruptly ascended to the clouds as the sun quickly sank. Like always, Luna chanted under her breath, but this time everyone was paying close attention because, paradoxically, their future was on the line. Luna once again took a different action. She placed her wrist close to her mouth and bit it, allowing enough of blood to spill out before the incision closed. Fate squinted her eyes.

AVERY Fate's a bitch. Now just see what situation I'm in. My one hand is carrying an engagement ring while the other hand is holding open the door of a room. The very room my fiance is buried deep in someone else. Just when I thought my life would get better, just a little, by marrying him. But who was I fooling? I'm stuck with this life forever. Fate... Fate is a fickle thing. It changes sides when you least expect it.

His hands ran across the marks on my stomach and arm. Unlike the rest of the wolves, I didn't get healing abilities. Every injury I ever had turned into a scar. He gently turned on the faucet and cleaned me up with a warm towel. He looked so focused with his hair constantly falling on his face. I wanted to lift my arms, feel the texture of his hair around my fingers as I brushed it away but my body had other plans. I leaned my head on the bathtub closing my eyes. The warmth coupled with Noah’s hands covered me like a warm blanket.

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

Juste was keeping himself from panicking. He had a furious and a shocked look upon his face. Both of his hands were occupied in holding down the thirsty bloodhunt. So he quickly ordered Chastine to pull her hand away from Maxill’s mouth. “Chastine, pull away your hand!” Juste’s eyes were fully opened. He was looking at Chastine in an alarming way. The beautiful witborn weakly tugged her bitten hand away from Maxill’s lips.