Fates Hands Book Novels & Stories

“My queen deserves her own throne.” I roll my eyes and take a seat. Leave it to Lucifer to make such a blatant statement. Of course, a large part of me feels giddy, but I don’t let him see it. Bree gives me a wide-eyed look and takes the seat beside my throne. Once everyone has been seated, Amara begins to talk. “So we’ve been working on finding a way to help you and your angel. As I reviewed the tomes, I found that the fates seemed to be mentioned as key figures in the prophecies, which is why I chose to focus on the fates rather than the prophecy.”

Her fingers— slender and greasy, beautified in a way that just a stare at her glowing hands, one would be intrigued. There was a book—a brown and neat paperback that was opened at about the eleventh page out of a hundred. Little by little, her index finger tapped on words that piqued her fancy, her breathtaking giggles followed along. [With you, there is light. But without you, a fate greater than death crashes upon my soul.]

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

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.

His arm absently moves up to pull me in closer to his side and my senses are assaulted with his fire and brimstone scent. “Are we interrupting something important?” Power surges through the air as the Fates suddenly appear in the middle of the drawing room, an amused look echoing along all of their faces. Clotho steps away from her sisters and makes her way over to the empty seat to my right. Her hands reach out to grab mine in hers, pulling me out of Levi’s hold until I am facing her fully. The empty sockets where her eyes should be start to glow a pale white light as her breathing starts to slow to an almost indescernible rate.

Finally, the top of the stairs was in sight. The doors to the Meeting Room were open wide. The words of the Fates, literal words formed from magic, were floating in the air crashing into each other, making nonsense and violence with their every movement. "It's the Fray. Purl, do you see it? That can only mean one thing. I was afraid it was my Champion but a young Chaos god is a small concern compared to this. Frog has violated the terms of the Book of Changes." Being Tarsi, the One who Tangles, the tom knew this particular clean-up fell on him. He looked back at Purl, blew him a kiss, and entered the Fray without another thought.

THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE. BOOK TWO WILL BE A STORY WITH THE POINT OF VIEW OF RYAN. BOOK TWO: FIGHTING FATE

Devon asked. "My true name is Nali. I am a messenger of the Fates" she said and right before our eyes she transformed into a creature which was half bird, half human. It didn't change the fact that she was pretty. "The Fates sent me to make sure everything turned out perfectly fine. I was to make sure you got your memories at the right time, Theo" she said in a bird-like voice. I realized what she was. She was like the seers but she was a creature of the air which is known as the 'Narkin' in the fae kingdom. They were like the pets of the Fates and were basically messengers of Fate just as she'd said."You must be wondering why I showed up last night" She said, transforming back to her human

Ema almost jumped in happiness, "So is it a little prince or princess?" Alan shrugged, "I forgot to ask." He smiled and Ema stared at him disbelief, "Are you dumb?" Alan chuckled, "I was just happy that she was fine and our baby was fine... that's why I forgot." Just then a nurse came with a small bundle in her hand, she walked towards Alan. "It's a girl." She said and placed the bundle in Alan's arm. Alan instinctively adjusted his arms the moment the tiny bundle was placed into them. He had negotiated million-dollar contracts without his hands shaking. Right now? He was terrified he'd hold her the wrong way.

spine. Who were they? Immediately, my blood feels as frigid as ice. At last, I recognized them as the Fates. Suddenly, out of the blue, a powerful lightning strike occurred. Time and Destiny were in the hands of the gods known as the Fates. Despite being three, they were all one. They are the past, present, and future. They held in their hands the knowledge of the entire universe, including what had happened and what would happen. What made them decide to come see me? I squinted to see what they were doing. While the one on the left was busy knitting a complicated, enormous sock that I doubt would fit anyone—unless they were knitting for Sasquatch or Bigfoot—the youngest was clutching a lar