Fated Hands Novels & Stories

the High Priestess asks Rafe. “It does, High Priestess,” Rafe says solemnly. “Then may this couple now be seen as handfasted before every god and goddess that watches over both our peoples,” the High Priestess intones. She takes a red cord from another priestess. “I will ask that you now hold hands.” Rafe takes both my hands in his. The High Priestess connects his right wrist and my left. “You are now mated in the eyes of both the divine and the mortal.”

I fucking thought we came to eat and now I was supposed to wait? “Liam ….. I'm hungry,” I groaned. “I know,” he said and suddenly grabbed me by the waist His fingers burned into my skin and my eyes widened. He pulled me closer to him, hands firm on my waist, leaving no room for struggle. Fuck. I should probably hit the gym. “What—” I trailed when my gaze fell on his left hand. He held a silver chain. Two actually. Moon shaped design.

Dante actually answered her, his tone surprisingly polite and relaxed as he stood close to my side, his arm wrapped securely around my shoulder. "You two have a very strong bond," a grandmother who grants them bracelets whispered, reaching under her counter and pulling out two simple, braided cords made of deep red and black thread. She reached out, tying one around my wrist and gesturing for Dante to hold out his hand so she could tie the matching one around his massive wrist. She patted our hands gently, promising it would keep them together forever. "The threads of fate are tricky, but these will ensure your hearts always find the way back to each other, no matter how far the world tries

He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. “Come on now, Clark. Where are you going?” Rowan asked. I looked in a different direction, I didn’t want to speak to him, not now, or ever. I’ll show him that I won’t be a loser and desperate for staying by his side just because he took my virginity. I side stepped Rowan and continued on with my journey. “Clark!” Rowan shouted when he realised that there was no way in hell that I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do. I was determined to get as far away from him as possible at the moment. I would still keep true to my promise. If I find out that I am pregnant, I will behave and then give birth and then he would eventuall

Lorcan huffs, shedding a tear. "We are all fated to each other," Xim replies more calmly from the bed as he cuddles Imagyn closer. "We are fated and home," he whispers to Imagyn, hoping to rouse her, and my tears fall. "I'm lost. I'm sorry," Helena blinks rapidly. "Yes, I have three fated, King Lorcan, Xim, and now our Luna, Imagyn." "Wow," Helena said flatly, looking over Imagyn and all of us. Her expression is quizzical, and I know she wants to ask more but doesn't.

The Goddess paired them together because they could truly understand and support what their mate had gone through. “Fated Power – Fated Destiny” is book three in the Fated Series, which is currently up now! It follows Kade, Elle, Dante, and Ziyah as we round out dealing with the Darkies and developing the Supernatural Council. It crosses over with “Design of Fate” – Book Two of the Dark Moon Series. That one follows Jackson and Imeela as we round out Brynn’s Vessel prophecy. Thank you, Shana Allen The current and upcoming books include:

he said, breathless, eyes blown wide. My heart thudded. My body trembled. “Fated?” I asked. It was a whisper. A dare. A plea. He gave a broken sound. Half a growl, half a gasp. His hands scrambled up my spine, burying themselves in my hair, dragging me down so our foreheads touched. “Fated,” he whispered. “We’re fated mates.” I shuddered. “Yes,” I whispered, tears burning hot in my throat. “Say it again.”

Eve’s hands trembled as she held the aged parchment, the delicate handwriting of her mother staring back at her like a ghost from the past. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation tightening her breath. She had spent her whole life believing she was ordinary, powerless—just a girl cursed by fate. But this letter shattered everything.

Arya told her, holding some feathers and placing them in places that seemed random, but for her, it had meaning. "Yes, no problem. I'll search for her." Flora said, looking inquisitive as to what the sorceress was doing, seeing that the woman didn't say anything more she left the room. Arya didn't mention anything more, she was placing elements of air, water, earth, and fire, candles were placed to represent the fire, bowls with water were opposite to the candles, to represent the water as in an opposing element to the fire. Feathers we're representative of the air and opposing to it, we're bits of a handful of earth with a white rose on it, it symbolizes both the element of earth and the wi

‘Let me shift Nya’ I demanded ‘I can’t’ she whimpered, ‘you haven’t tried to shift in a month Jess, but I’ve been feeling a block preventing it, I thought you could sense it too’ ‘This whole time?’ I asked, taken aback, ‘did Cade or Troy do something to us?’ 'I don’t know’ she told me solemnly ‘it feels like a barrier that’s been getting stronger and stronger.’ A tug on the silver collar jerked us back to our reality. A group of tall, rather filthy looking male shifters were now standing with the witches, one of which had a pair of thick leather gloves on his hands and the end of the chain wrapped tightly in his covered fist. He yanked the chain again, causing all of us to stumble forward,