Fate Visual Novel Novels & Stories

She made a decision for herself and took the seat in front of him across the table. Not a single expression on his face changed as she walked in and sat there while her heart was beating like a crazy woman. She remembered every part of him clearly and he showed no signs of recognizing her. "I made a decision still, I can't seem to stop my heart." She thought and placed her handbag near her feet on the ground. "Why did I expect anything? After all in his eyes, I am the criminal who killed his love, Lorraine." She took a deep breath and looked in his eyes.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

The Fate, once written, holds an undeniable power over one's life. It becomes a destiny that cannot be escaped, no matter how desperately one tries. Luna had never envisioned herself being with Daniel, but the threads of fate were weaving their intricate pattern around her, drawing her closer to him. It seemed that history was determined to repeat itself, while Luna yearned to break free from the past life shadows.

“I don’t want power. I don’t want fear. I want someone with warmth. Someone who’ll see me, not just claim me. My mate has to have a heart, not one that’s locked away behind walls.” Rainey studied me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. Then she sighed and gave a small shrug. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe the Goddess won’t pair you with him. But still…” She glanced back toward the fire, where a ripple of voices rose louder, “…sometimes fate doesn’t ask what we want.” I felt the weight of her words press against me as I turned my gaze to the clearing, my stomach knotting tighter. Because deep down, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to find out what fate had in store for me.

It feels terrifying and oddly romantic. I peel my gaze from him. Don't look at him. If you look at him, you’ll remember the way his hands felt, and then you’ll forget the 'safety pin' thing again. Stay focused, Jade. Lives are at stake. Your soul is at stake. This lamb is actually delicious. “You're remarkably quiet,” Zayn notes, swirling a dark red wine in his glass. “Hard to talk when I'm busy wondering if the lights are still on at Zenovar,” I retort, my sarcasm acting as my only defense.

“Yes and no. Fate is a god. He’s more like the creator. Fate made the higher deity gods-the gods of fate, like the moon goddess that wolves believe in. And he made the rest of us-the patron gods, as well as all of humanity.” “So there’s a god named Fate? Does he create mate bonds then?” “That is a bit complicated. Fate doesn’t interfere with things that the gods of fate do with their followers, or children.he knows everything that was and everything that will be. It’s like playing chess with an endless board, endless pieces and the ability to move in any way he needs. He can see how each move will play out, and how changing the move of one piece can affect none or all of the other pieces.”

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.

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.”

the man on overall coat that Thanatos called fate keeper said as a sit automatically appeared for Thanatos to sit. " I never know any of the people that deal with fate as people that have excessive time so what are you finding us for," Thanatos decided to make fate keeper to cut straight to the chase. "you must have known the story of Erath, well i think the writer( the man called Zhang fei fei by the name he started answering after he became the master of twisted book of fate ) hasn't been truthful with you all this while but I can make that up i just want one thing from you," fate keeper said as he looked at Thanatos without minding Zhang fei fei.

Everything is slowing falling apart, and I’ve resorted to making a deal with an immortal to make it better. “Well, I’ll do the dirty work, and kill Ren when he wakes up in this body. I somehow doubt you want to be the one to kill your own mates mother,” Fate says solemnly, clearly suggesting he doesn’t want the job either. I cast a glance down at the body lying in front of me, cold and now dead. As hard as death is to overcome, I know there is a good chance she is now in Death’s realm to decide whether she wants to be an immortal or not. Chase will see her again, and so will I, but none of us wanted this. At least that’s what I thought.