Fated Hands Novels & Stories

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,

I just don’t seem to understand her, she tells me that she doesn’t want me to touch her and now she’s the one willingly holding my hand. "Let go of my hand," I said "Where are you going?" She asked again "Let. Go. Of. My. Hand." I spoke out "Oh wow! You are shamelessly having pride, where are you going?" She yelled "Let go of my hand Noor, you don’t own me and you have no right to ask me where I’m going," I said; my voice very soft and calm "Where the hell are you going?" She yelled "Somewhere away from you," I told

Ellie asked, turning to frown at Amanda. Amanda shrugged. She knew about as much as Ellie did. “Of course, there are twelve Fates, one for each period of time,” Sam replied as if the words she spoke were common knowledge and they should mean something to Ellie. “You mean like the 12-hour clock? There’s a Fate for each new hour?” Ellie asked, her brows furrowed in confusion. Firash and Mark came closer, and Meredith gravitated toward her mate almost unconsciously. He held a rose out for her, and she blushed prettily as she took it in her hand.

With his hands wrapped around Sophia, he forgot about Charlotte and the bad news that came with it. Sophia was like opium and he would die an addict to her. Thanks and don't forget to vote. Love y'all.😘😘