Fates Cast Novels & Stories

"I carried this burden for fifty years. Your birth and your life was not coincidence, Chloe Liu. I chased your parents until they reached Faline Liu. So you will be protected." "You're heartless." "I only see the outcome. Call me heartless and a witch, you are my greatest achievement during my reign." Chloe straightened up, her legs were under her. "Why me?" "Choosing you is the Fates' decision. All I did was to protect you." The young woman stared at the stars that seemed to twinkle all around her. Fates.. which one are you? Are you even in this place? I want to ask you, why you chose me? I don't want to take this responsibility. I want to live.

“No, I mean, yes I could have, but my Magic is not as great as Jame’s and if I were to have performed that test most likely your Magic would have killed me.” “Oh.” lisa said feeling exhausted by the whole thing. Half of her wanted to bury her head in her hands and just forget any of them were there for a few minutes but all she could feel was them all staring at her. She felt exhausted. “So I am Fate.” She said quietly. Almost a whisper. “Yes. And you belong to the High King.” Mark said and she rolled her eyes at him. “What does that actually mean? I mean why am I even here? What do you actually want?” She asked feeling like she had a hundred questions running around in her head.

People gasped. Heather Russell. My name echoed in my ears. WHAT!? WHAT THE HELL!? FUTURE WIFE!? I screamed in my mind.

she replied. Helpful. Selene laughed in my mind. “I’m sorry my messages are sometimes vague, Avelina. I am limited on how much I can tell you without disrupting the order of the universe and causing problems for the Fates.” “The Fates?” “Yes, my daughter. The Fates ensure the world carries on as it should, that people are in the right places at the right time, that people die when they are supposed to and live when they should. Not all future events are set in stone, some can be influenced. The events that can be influenced are easier for me to discuss with you as the choice is ultimately yours. Events that can’t be changed and have to happen in a specific way are harder.”

Nita was the one to respond. "We are the ones that created you, the reason for your being and the reason why you have such great power." The three creatures said in raspy voices. "We only summoned one, Fang." They spoke again. Fang did a bow. ''the Fates, why the unforeseen visit?'' Catori couldn't believe or ears or eyes. She didn't know what she expected the Fates to look like, but she certainly didn't think they were so hideous. There was a growl off to the left, which caused Catori to jump and move closer to Fang.

“You’re catching on. Yes, they get another chance. But they don’t remember their past lives. Each time is a new beginning.” Charlene’s mind raced. “So what about the Fates? What’s their deal?” “Ah, now you’re asking the real questions.” ReNew’s voice grew thoughtful. “There are two groups here—the ones who lead and the ones who guide souls on their journeys. The Fates are the workers, the ones who carry out destiny. Over time, their spirits pass on, recycled into new lives—either as another Fate or as a soul awaiting rebirth.” “And the others?”

I say in a soothing whisper and she nods vigorously. I help her up and sit her at the spare seat next to my desk. The others look at her with sympathy and I tell them to finish the exercise. My phone gets a message and I realize it's Jessica. Her father was behind what happened to Marie and she feels at fault because she's in his shadow. She said it was because her mother refused to help him. There has to be a way to stop him and save Jessica from his grasp. I have to figure out a way without risking Devon and the baby.

In other words, although the old man who cast this dark magic was now dead, Quinn’s appearance and organs, as well as her parents, would never recover. Of course, it went without saying that Hansen would spend the rest of his life confined to a wheelchair, too. After thanking the witch doctor, I returned to the office. That evening, I received a message from a mutual friend of mine and Quinn’s. “Quinn’s parents have passed away. Will you be attending the funeral?”

Four of the High Beings voted for her to proceed to the next stage. It was surprising, it almost seemed like they hated her but for the High Being of Magic. At the next stage, one of the fates asked her if she thinks Eli failed or won. The presence of the UnderLord and the signs of violence she found in the pit didn’t feel encouraging. It was though, by Ignas, she had to have faith in him. If she didn’t have faith in him, who would? They were all each other had. Also, what were the Fates trying to test, her correctness or her faith?

"I like it, the name you chose for him." Told me...? "I'm Fate," she said. "I know everything." My mind tried to shy sideways, but her magic held me softly in place as I struggled with the concept. Fought against the truth. No way. No. Way. I had choices, I really did. She didn't control me. And yet, finally, I sagged and accepted as her magic hugged me gently before letting me go. "My brother and I," she said, "were born together, like this. Fates. He of the Dark and I of the Light. The first of the maji, after the drach were brought into being."