Fate's Hands Spare Williams Novels & Stories

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.

Her recovery from Veyron’s control had been slow but steady, and her sharp mind was once again proving invaluable. “What did you find?” I asked. She handed me a parchment, the edges charred as if it had been plucked from a fire. “This was found on one of the rogue bodies. It’s a manifesto of sorts.” I unrolled the parchment, scanning the hastily scrawled words. “The mate bond is sacred, the Moon Goddess’s gift. Without it, we are nothing but beasts, lost and unworthy. Those who defy Her will shall face Her wrath through us. We are the Hand of the Crescent Flame, and we will restore balance—by blood, if necessary.”

If it was not him, she would rather there was no one. It was a very complicated, unusual feeling. “What is it? Are you still waiting for someone to save you?” William shoved her into the car. He was not in a rush to take advantage of her and was looking at her in a playful manner. William was the kind of person who liked to take his time when he had his prey in his hands. He enjoyed the last ounces of fear and struggles of his victims very much. Faye closed her eyes. At that point, she had largely accepted her fate and let her tears stream down her face.

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.

“You had her, you didn't do enough to keep her." Jared coughed, snarling, but his limbs trembled under the weight of Kael's foot. I stood at the edge of the balcony, my hands gripping the railing as if it could anchor the chaos inside me. The battle was over. The war had lasted less than an hour with minimal casualties because he listened to me, and showed mercy. His eyes met with mine and he leaped into the distance, leaving Jared there. He came up and opened the door. Kael stood there, his broad frame casting a long shadow across the floor. Blood stained his shirt and sleeves, but his expression was calm, too calm for someone who had just painted a battlefield with dominance. His eyes soft

that maybe I would change my mind with time But I hadn’t. I never loved Cassandra and I never will. She was just a friend, nothing more. And yet. . . since fate hadn’t granted me a true mate, maybe it was time to surrender. Maybe it was time to settle. “But we can’t. We’ve come too far to give up now,” my wolf, Wyatt, growled inside me. He had always held onto hope. Always believed she was out there, waiting to be found. But even he was starting to falter.

He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet. “I'm asking a question!!! What's your name!!!” He yelled so hard that everyone flinched feeling a cold spine run through them. “Georgia Brooke” she replied in a shaky voice. “I, Jared Cameron, the Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you, Georgia Brooke of the blue moon pack as my fated mate.." And that was it. Georgia felt a pain coursing through her body.

At this time, Lina had returned home, she angrily went straight to her room when the sound of her parents talking caught her attention and stopped to listen even though her whole body was drenched. “ Baby, so we were right with that hypothesis, people have predestined fate and two people come together in this life because of the affection of their previous life.” “ That's right, now just need to verify with the device that the past life that you researched, our spiritual research can be said to be half successful.”

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

Her amusement traveled the bond as she watched his ridiculous emotional display. I turned my neck so that he could see my rose. His eyes widened in disbelief. “How?! You’re a wolf. You’re nothing!” Imeela’s claws came out, and she dragged them across his face for what he had said about me. I broke his nose for how he looked at her. We made quite the pair, having each other’s backs no matter what. “Fate deemed him worthy because he is an amazing man. It’s not his fault that fate deemed you a pussy,” she deadpanned the last part.