Fates And Furies Novels & Stories

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

he feared the Fates, dreading them like a plague. “And whom might they be?” Dionysus inquired, his tone clipped with an hint of sarcasm, “Our mightiest warriors?” “Athena, Apollo and Artemis of course." “The kids?! We'd leave our fates, the fate of the court in their hands?! A bunch of petulant child?” A god asked. “petulant?!” Demeter scoffed. Another replied. “One is temperamental and hotheaded, the other wears a nonchalant attitude like a sleeve. And Apollo? That god presently smitten by a mortal?”

Using a strand from the clump of hair, Cafer exited the alley way looking identical to the drunk man he left in the dirt. Aurora took a deep breath. If she did not speak quickly, she might not have the courage to tell Alaron what haunted her. "The reason I went to the Fates was because I had a vision. In my vision you took a sword and split the world, destroying it. The pain and bloodshed I saw were unimaginable. Even your sister was enveloped in the chaos. I went to the Fates because I thought the key to stopping this prediction was finding out who was born first, but I was wrong. The key was rooting out Cafer from your life. He is poison. The Maker called him that." The Empress let her wo

, the third one says. I look at them in confusion. “What are you talking about?” “We are the fates, we see everything. We saw what would happen before your parents were even born. How Agron and Khaos would destroy everything. We did try to look at different scenarios, but the only one that ensured they wouldn’t win was the path that would cause you most pain” the first one picks up from the third. “If you knew, couldn’t you have stopped it? Stopped the abuse that led Agron down the path of vengeance”

Ava's pov “If…” I started. “If what you're saying is true then I must have been gifted back then, why didn't I stop the war? What makes you think I can stop it now when I couldn't stop it then?” “It wasn't the right time.” The keeper said. “The goddess may be supreme but she is not to interfere with the works of the fates.” “Fates?” I asked The scene froze and the keeper appeared before us. Its voice— neither male nor female, was calm as it spoke. “Every living thing in the universe is the work of the fates.” It started. “The fates are three ancient magical women who weave threads for every living thing.”

Soon, they were far away from the battlefield. Meanwhile, there was still a fierce battle going on. Now that one of the Twelve Furies had been annihilated, only eleven remained, fighting tooth and nail for their survival. Even though they were Grand Emperors, they gradually lost ground and suffered injuries after being relentlessly attacked by millions of attackers. However, as they were Grand Emperors, none could completely annihilate them without possessing overwhelming strength. Without the Nine Heavens God-Annihilating Formation, no one could accomplish such a feat.

Fury? Fury is Lady Celestia’s mate? Fuck. Suddenly, everything falls into place—No wonder they both acted so strangely around me... stiff, awkward, irritated. The Moon Goddess really has one hell of a sense of humor. Whispers ripple through the pack like wildfire. “They’re mates?” “Lady Celestia... mated to a low-ranked pack warrior?” “No, no. Fury’s not just any warrior—he’s the strongest one in the entire pack.” “Strong or not, he’s still a nobody, not worthy of an Alpha King’s daughter.”

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.

Many werewolves took chosen mates, especially after the plague that has eradicated the possibility of any werewolf ever having a fated mate again. The same plague that killed my mother, broke my father’s heart, and brought our world into shambles and war. The Fated Plague, as it’s become known as, wreaked havoc amongst the werewolf world about 30 years ago. A curse from the Moon Goddess is what most people believe. The same Goddess that selects a werewolf’s soulmate, a fated mate, for them to share the rest of their lives with. I remember being a young girl and dreaming of finding my fated mate. I watched my mother and father display their love and affection for one another. I wanted what th