Fates Hands Book Werewolf Spare Novels & Stories

Low murmurs ripple through the hall like a rising storm, the weight of unspoken judgments pressing against my chest. The elders, draped in ceremonial robes, move toward the central platform with the solemn grace of those who have seen centuries of bloodshed and hard-won victories. Their faces, etched with wisdom and battle scars, remain unreadable as they take their places. In the middle of a circle of wolves, a frail, trembling figure curls inward, barely clothed, her skin too pale against the flickering torchlight. A vampire—small, human-like, and fragile-looking—yet undeniably dangerous.

With each step she takes, the world shall tremble, As the forces of darkness and light assemble, But in her eyes, the spark of hope, To bridge the realms and help them cope. So heed the call of destiny's hand, For in her reign, all shall understand, That the werewolf princess, goddess reborn, Is the savior of worlds, from dusk to morn." My hand trembled as I brought it over to my mouth, the book had become empty once again. “W-what is this?! I must be hallucinating.” I muttered as I hurriedly placed the book back in its position and ran out of the library.

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin. “Same dream?” she asked. “Yea. This must mean something,” I responded. “How are you holding up on... you know what?” “I'm okay for now, I think.” So, I'm a vampire. One of the last ones remaining. One is my girlfriend who I turned just because she asked me to, which I admit wasn’t the greatest idea. The other is the person that keeps appearing in my dreams. Being a vampire comes with a ton of benefits like enhanced speed, strength, healing, and senses. However, there's a major drawback, especially for a new vampire like Janea. The uncontrollable craving for blood.

As she turned around to leave, she didn’t notice that her exposed skin was rapidly shriveling away. Though I knew this would happen, witnessing it with my own two eyes was still horrifying. Right as Quinn left, the old man stood up to depart as well. Tailing him closely, I carefully pulled out the amulet the witch doctor had given me earlier. Seizing his momentary inattention, I stuck it onto him directly. Feeling a powerful force surge through his back, his entire body turned rigid instantly. His body bent sharply, and his skin drooped like running water over his frame.

Her heart pounding madly, she began to decode it all. It began to dawn on her that this was not meant to be an entire book. It was meant to be one word per page, meant to spell out but a few sentences. A key. A code. A message, for the initiated. Meant only for the one who knew how to look. Caitlin checked off the words as she turned page after page, and she remembered them, and in her mind, sentences began to form: The last vampire will arise after 2,000 years have passed. She will rise across the ocean and will be named for the color of blood. To enter the city, one needs a key. And the key can only be found here.

Valerie began to open pages of the big book and continued as she searched for any solution to this mystery but, it seemed none was coming forth. "This is useless! There is no solution in this big book to this" Valerie exclaimed as she flipped each pages back and forth. She was about closing it in frustration, when her eyes was drawn to something. It was a picture of two werewolves, a male and a female whose hands were bound together by a thread. Valerie snapped her fingers in the air and read out loud to the hearing of everyone.

"Yet amidst the chaos and bloodshed, two souls dared to defy the norms of their time, forging a connection that would forever alter the course of our history." As they ventured further into the chamber, they encountered a series of ancient scrolls meticulously preserved within ornate chests adorned with symbols of both clans. With trembling hands, Seraphina unrolled the first scroll, her eyes widening as she beheld the handwritten accounts of the Werewolf Heir and the Vampire Heart, their words resonating with a passion and intensity that transcended time itself.

But as she turned back to her work, she caught a glimpse of something on the stranger's wrist - a strange tattoo, unlike anything she had ever seen before. Suddenly, everything clicked into place. This wasn't just any ordinary werewolf. He was something else entirely. Luna's heart raced as she watched the stranger leave the coffee shop, her mind racing with questions. Who was he? What was he doing in Silverwood? And most importantly, what was that tattoo on his wrist? She knew she had to find out more, and she was willing to do whatever it took to uncover his secrets. With a sense of determination burning inside her, Luna grabbed her coat and headed out the door, ready to begin her investiga

In her place sat the queen of an empire my brother had built, with a man feared throughout the packs by my side. Roland is now free from his curse. His handsome face now always greets anytime and anyone he meets. And apparently, as the Black Moon Pack, the Blue Star Pack, and Rose Sky Pack no longer have Alphas with them, it all now belongs to me. I am Farrah Sewell, the newly crowned Alpha Queen, the Queen of all werewolves, blessed by the Moon Goddess—and Roland is my beastly mate who was once a cursed troll. THE END