Fates Hand Novels & Stories

Cupid asked, "They are a very important branch of Hades Inc." June nodded, "Yeah, I read about them on the pamphlet, you guys have me." The Fates were a group of three sisters who were weaving goddesses. One sister weaved the thread of life, another sister measured the amount of time the human lived and the last sister cut the thread off with her shears. "The Fates sometimes uses the same thread for different people's lives henceforth reincarnation became a thing," Cupid said, "So, all the June Wengs whose lives you changed are all you somehow."

It’s only been a month since I first came across this girl and she is ruining me. I should have known from watching that fight with Caleb she was something else. The Fates never warned me that I would fall for her even though she isn’t meant to be mine. That’s why people don’t trust the Fates, they only tell you so much of the truth. It drives men insane trying to pick apart the meaning in their words. Hydra growled at my negativity, /she seeks you out every time doesn’t she?/

They could insult her all they liked, but she would not let them malign the man she loved. The four Fates looked at one another and then at the girl before them. She was a child, and a human child at that. Justum cast his gaze across the gathering of Fates and nodded decidedly. "If you insist on having your company here, then we will allow it. After much deliberation, we have reached our verdict." Justum motioned to the four Fates on the platform. "We will not help you."

They chuckled. “I’m Atropos” the first fate introduced herself. “Clotho” second fate told her. “And I am Lachesis” the final fate said. Amelia nodded her head. “So am I dead?” “No, but you’re recovering…we brought here to congratulate you on your success” Clotho told her. Amelia smiled. “Thank you…I couldn’t have done it without you” They smiled back at her. “The other reason we brought you’re here is to know your decision” Atropos said to her.

"That's not your way of telling me I'm going to die in a pit of fire is it?" Zena chuckled, loosening one of the leather pouches. A collection of herbs which she threw on dramatically, creating a nose-stinging aroma. Dark and sweet at the same time. As I choked on the scent she said softly. "It's a lot less literal. People think Fates are purposely vague but we don't see a complete image. Flickers and hints. It’s dangerous to over-interpret." The old tales about Fates driving men crazy flickered across my memory.

Her recovery from Veyron’s control had been slow but steady, and her sharp mind was once again proving invaluable. “What did you find?” I asked. She handed me a parchment, the edges charred as if it had been plucked from a fire. “This was found on one of the rogue bodies. It’s a manifesto of sorts.” I unrolled the parchment, scanning the hastily scrawled words. “The mate bond is sacred, the Moon Goddess’s gift. Without it, we are nothing but beasts, lost and unworthy. Those who defy Her will shall face Her wrath through us. We are the Hand of the Crescent Flame, and we will restore balance—by blood, if necessary.”

He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet. “I'm asking a question!!! What's your name!!!” He yelled so hard that everyone flinched feeling a cold spine run through them. “Georgia Brooke” she replied in a shaky voice. “I, Jared Cameron, the Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you, Georgia Brooke of the blue moon pack as my fated mate.." And that was it. Georgia felt a pain coursing through her body.

My steps paused for a moment, and the irony only deepened. How could they not have expected it? If that person had been Mona, they would have thought through every detail. I just wasn't Mona. Jonah came over and held my hand tightly. "I'm here. From now on, I'm your husband and your family." That was enough.

He would be within his rights as my alpha in this pack if he does so My chin begins to wobble, and I close my eyes as tears threaten to spill forth. I'm such a dummy, a girl dummy. I wish my tears would cease. However, here I am about to start crying in front of everyone, and I'm sure they'll enjoy watching me suffer. "Well," responds Arthur. "You got her, man. She had your mark. Just one more step remains". Jack growls in return as he extends a hand, but he doesn't get any closer.

Simple yet tasking. Jeremy Cooper Finding out his mate is a thirteen year old isn’t exactly what he was imaging but he had to make it work because the Moon Goddess is never wrong. Reuben Anderson A thirteen year old who is too mature and good willed for his age. He wasn’t meant to find his mate but he somehow did and has to live with it.