Fates And Furies Novels & Stories

I guess he couldn't bear to see me again in this current lifetime and had to hasten up before my arrival. “ Let me warn you,” another voice came straight from the shadows, startling me for a second. I whipped my head from one direction to another, looking at the three women, and something occurred to me: The fates. The myths. The legends. In some cultures, they have been called the triple goddess. In this land, among this race, they're known as healers. But how powerful could a healer be to manipulate the past lives. I gasped in realization, holding up my hand to stop her. “ You're the fates. The furries. Depending on context. You determined this life for me. You weaved it…”

" I challenged. "Look at me and tell me you don't feel anything... And then I'll call you a liar." A snarl ripped out her throat, and she stepped forward. Always so proud. Her honour was everything. "I am not a liar. " "Then admit it. There's something here." She growled again, "their cant be. That's impossible. Ben," Fury hit me like a ton of bricks. "Right. Ben. Your so-called soul mate. Did you ever plan on telling me or was that not on your schedule?"

"The ones you seek are in the ancient ruins of Thunder and Rain, they are preparing to march against the wolves since they are weak without their Queen to protect the city and they also have the help of some vampires loyal to Morgaine. Be aware that Morgaine, Flavius, and Rufus are working on this together, the illness of Lucius is nothing more than Dead Men blood mixed with virgins blood and a spill of werewolf blood. They planned to overthrow the vampires and werewolves to join them in a crusade against the Merchant Council so they could rule over the entire world. They plan to eliminate the others once the plan is executed because they want to eliminate any other races. But that is for yo

Deep down she knew she only wanted to get her mind off the fact that Archer was older than her grandmother's grandmother. "A werewolf's prime age is one thousand years. And to control the population of werewolves, the goddess made it so that once werewolf reaches their prime without finding their mates, their wolves would turn feral and their bodies would grow too weak. All would end up dead as their bodies would not be able to handle it. "Although Alpha might have found you, it doesn't exempt him from the curse, " Sam said, dashing to the ground, the hope that Clarissa was building during his explanation.

The Angels' control over the South has loosened, and in 2028, it appears that a group of Omegas fled the Rig. Although Arthur and his followers kept it quiet, a lot of things in this area changed as a result. Rose claims that although things were already terrible, they just grew worse. The Omegas were imprisoned with their partners and forced to spend all of their time inside. Because they were made into slaves, beta girls substituted for any unmated alpha. And who disobeyed...?

She is our mate and we want to have her. She is our ultimate destiny. Looking at the executioner’s swords and the burned goatmen, the realization dawns upon me. Ishtar sent them to kill her! She wanted to kill her so that she could get to me. A growl rumbles my chest thinking about her plan. Suddenly, black smoke appears in front of me and out of it, steps out the three goddesses of Fate (Moirai), namely- Klotho (Clotho), Lakhaesis (Lachaesis) and Atropos.

’, Fabian broke into a plethora of praises for her. Argus’ eyes were glistening with tears of love and pride. ‘May the three Fates make your life happy and colorful, my sister’, he bowed down with a wide smile. But Lachesis, the middle one of the three Sisters Of Fate, had added more colors to their already variegated lives. The silence of the night with the rhythmic trotting of their horses was broken by loud cacophonic shouts and laughter from behind. Being the tallest of the three, Argus could see a group moving towards them with wild eyes, flames held high and swords were drawn. Wild laughter ringed the night sky.

Billions evaporated in a single afternoon. Adrian’s chest heaved with barely contained rage. His broken nose throbbed under the bandage, his split lip stung, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the inferno consuming him from within. He had built this empire on blood, fear, and ruthless calculation. And now it was slipping through his fingers because of one woman and the man who dared to take her.

She had done that countless times, after all she once considered her a friend but that era was over. “Do you think the world revolves around you, Miss Whore?” She asked scornfully as she rolled her eyes disdainfully. Mirabel gritted her teeth in annoyance as her eyes reddened in anger. She stood up instantly as her palm landed on Emilia's cheeks. Emilia wasn't expecting the sudden attack as she staggered backwards from the impact. “That's exactly how a whore behaves, you uncultured fool.” Emilia chuckled softly as she wiped off the blood from her cracked lips. In the twinkle of an eye, she lifted her hand as it made its way to Mirabel’s cheek.

, he holds my arm, his grip on my arm tightens. "All these started because of her. And mum thought I was bluffing when I said I would prove I am cut from her cloth. You are not marrying her. I will marry Aiden and put his family in check. You are not ruining your happiness for mine. This is my fate. My fate is already cursed. I will marry my mate. We don't let go. We hold grudges for centuries, remember?", I remove his hand from mine and walk upstairs, ignoring the stares they give to me. *******