Fates Hand Novels & Stories

"Maria, I will avenge you. What he did to you, his wife will face the same. And then I'll ask him to replace her, just like he asked me to and then he'll know that fame means nothing but destruction." Fate sat on the top of a tower and wrote something in her Grecabulum, the book of fate and destiny. Her pen shone light blue as she wrote down the Fate of people. Then, she flew up and reached a balcony. She passed through the closed doors and looked at a new born baby sleeping in a cradle. She touched his hands and the fate lines appeared on his palm. "May you get what you deserve" She smiled and walked out. She flew up and climbed at the terrace of a building. "Let's see, what's next," She lo

All three of them looked alike, with their faces mirroring each other. All three women looked eerie and ancient, I felt a cold chill crawl down my spine as I stared at how drained and pale their faces were. Who were they? My blood instantly runs cold as if frozen. I finally realized who they were--The Fates. A heavy lightning struck on cue out of nowhere. The Fates were the deities who held time and Destiny in their hands. They were three but existed in one. They are what was, what is and what will be. Holding the knowledge of the entire universe in their hands, what had occurred and whatever yet to occur.

“I-... that’s… how…” The Luna chuckles and pats my hand. “It’s alright, Zara. Yes. The Fates are real and yeah, what they did was kinda gross, but totally worth it. Everything happens for a reason. Look at me now. Exactly where I need to be. Would you like to see your thread?” My mouth drops open and I try to find words. “Y-yuh… uh… I mean. Yes. I would love to see that.” The Luna reaches up and removes her eye patch. She turns it over and opens a compartment hidden on the inside. She slides the compartment open and pulls out a thin piece of gold filament. It is about four feet long and glitters in the room's lamplight.

Aphrodite almost seems to comfort us, yet she still leaves us here in this icky place. The Sisters of Fate are much more hideous than I thought they would be. Their skin is a pale grey, their skin seems to glob from their bone. They all have at least eight legs, yet the way they crawl it seems like so much more. The whole main room is twindled with red string, they all seem to glow with fate.

We can do this. Now come and hold our hands so that we can go back in time... Ethan moved forward and held Atropos and Clotho’s hand, Lahkesis held their hand too and they formed a circle. All Fate sisters closed their eyes and recited something. Within seconds they opened their eyes. Ethan looked here and there and was surprised to see that it’s morning 10 am now. All of them stepped out of the house successfully and then held hands again and then came to the dusky evening.

That tiny cry still echoed in her mind, reminding her why she couldn’t stop. Shadows thinner more, and she saw Ares handsome as sin but not arrogant as usual but rather confused, standing in the god's realm next to three women dressed in hooded cloacks in hands they spinned golden threads. Darina gasped. They were Moirais, goddesses of Fate. "Tell me, Fates, why do I always think about her? She is mortal. She chose another, but the invisible pull not letting me go, all I want to be next to her, "he pleaded desperately.

Choice asked her sister Destiny who was busy writing the FATE MANUSCRIPT Destiny didn’t respond at all, which made Choice quite anxious. She snatched the FATE MANUSCRIPT, from her hands saying, “You can work on it later, sister. First you answer me.” Snatching the MANUSCRIPT back from her, Destiny glared at her, responding in a low inaudible tone, making Choice glued to her spot, “Whatever she would ask, is fated to wreak havoc in their lives.”

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

earlobe as he ended his declaration to which made me feel warmth in places that would have made me shameful under the bedsheets. Isabella saw what had happened, and started to get Leonidas out of the room, “My god of the eclipse please leave our goddess of the moon alone, she must rest,” Her words made my mate move up a bit to say in a more powerful state, “her name is not the goodness of the moon, for our daughter whom you hold is the daughter of the moon, Louise is to be known as the Cerenity of life, I am known as the guardian Vargs, and Enzo the messenger of fate. For now, all I can say is that we have a higher power that works with us to keep the balance of life at all times, called th

Second Deity said “What rope?” Vesta asked The first deity stretched out her hand and the three appeared,Kingston,Alice and Moon The red rope joined Kingston and Alice together but the middle was held unto by Moon “The red rope is called fate,,you can see the human and your son have been joined together by the goddess,,,even though the human won’t last but they are mates” First deity said “I still believe my son will not try breaking the mates bond” Vesta said stubbornly The deities exchanged glances