Fate's Hands Novels & Stories

With a sweep of his hand, a dagger appeared in his palm, and he raised it to slice the threads. “Cut them if you wanna die!” Panic flashed across Lilian's face. Kiran's dagger halted, and he shifted his attention to her. A blush appeared on Lilian's stunning face, but her eyes showed a fierce glint. Glowering at him, she continued, “These are Threads of Fate. Cut them and see what happens.” “Threads of Fate?” Once again, Kiran was startled. His master had once told him that he had planted a Seed of Fate in his body. It was a love seed that could save him when his life was in danger.

He could make the wolf purr in his hands. Noah was looking at the beautiful face cupped in his hands. He could never get enough looking into those dark black orbs. The rosy red lips. The pale white cheeks that would tint in pink when blushing. The arms that were looped around his shoulder for the support. He moved his hands down from his face to his shoulders, resting a bit at the side of his waist fisting it a bit before slipping his hands down at the shorts on his thighs. He pulled Benjamin to sit in his lap without going out of the pool.

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

I am sorry for not being there and for not being able to tell you anything. I was so happy when you called me dad. I was waiting for that day but unfortunately, I will not be there to see my little girl turn into a lady. I wish I will be there to correct my mistakes and make amendments but I just hope you will forgive me. You know, we all have roles to play in this life but we decided which role to play. we are all protagonist in our movie and also an antagonist to others. The first day I saw you, I knew that something great was coming but I couldn't place a hand on it.

he asked, standing from his chair and making his way to her. “A mate,” she answered proudly. The other gods gasped in surprise at what Fate was planning of. Fate tsk-tsked, took her hand, and kissed it softly. “I can give a lover and take one away,” Fate said. She snatched her hand back forcefully and her beautiful features were marred by an animalistic expression. Her lips parted, her teeth bared, and her angry eyes narrowed in warning. “Be calm, Mother Moon. I will not harm any of your . . . innocent children.” She calmed herself slowly, but the wild look in her eyes remained.

The emotion in her was vivid through her eyes. "I'm sorry, I- It's because of me we are rejected. I should have behaved properly, more like a woman if I say in their words." I fiddled with my hand on my lap. Tears blurring my vision, I saw a paw then a mass being laid on my lap. It was grey. I wiped away the tears with the end of my hoodie. A hoodie. I wasn't wearing a hoodie that day. "Where are we,grey?" "we are in your thoughts"

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

The God of fate stated as he stood up straight and walked forward. I narrowed my eyes because that had to be the most unhelpful tip. The God of fate walked forward and held something out to me with his cloaked arm. I looked at the gold coin and back up at him. Without much thought I put my hand out and opened it up. He dropped the coin in my hand ad what looked like a small smirk slowly formed. "See, he's already learning. To do what's right will make Mazayas fate have to switch paths. If you do that until there are no more paths than fate will no longer be." He stated with a small smirk.

“…Even if that’s true, and even if my master had zero talent for swordsmanship…… I would still choose to stay with him instead of you.” Hearing that response, August made a despising look at Night Fury. “Just shut up and—” The moment he extended his hand for Night Fury— I noticed that my right hand was reaching for the hilt of the Black Sword. “Aug— lookout…!” THUNK!!! My body did a quick drawing horizontal slash— August immediately received the blow by blocking with the scabbard of his Crepresculum Ignotum. There’s no way I could pull off such a move. It must be Night Fury— she’s controlling my body…!

The deadliest concoction, one that would leave no trace, was carefully selected. I would hide my plan from my mother for now because she wouldn't want me to have blood on my hands but I couldn't care less because my mind was made up. A sense of fate's favor washed over me. The stars aligned, the moon goddess probably smiled upon me because every piece fell into place with eerie precision. Ava's downfall is inevitable.