Fates Hands Chapter 6 Novels & Stories

Time is running out. When do you stop chasing someone you love? When they ask you to? Or never? Tell me what you think! Should they go after Hope? Or let her find her own way? Chapter 62 is HOPE IN DARKNESS and it's going to be DEVASTATING! END OF CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

I lay limp on the ground like a dying fish. My will at that moment was completely broken, as if ten fingers were connected to the heart. Isla only glanced down at me, sneering. “Dying already? Don’t worry. I won’t let you die so easily.” She turned to the bodyguards and said, “Call the doctor. Reattach her fingers!” The doctor and nurses entered trembling. They put an oxygen mask on me to maintain my faint breathing, treated the wounds, and reset and fixed my broken fingers. I lay on the cold hospital bed like a shattered doll, my consciousness drifting.

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.”

She looks at the pups as lightning splits the sky and the ground cracks. “Get them into the packhouse now!” I nod and run, handing the pups to Heather and Kendra as Atticus forces the shift and we take off towards Mia and Fenrir. Blood drips from Chaos’s jaws as Fen whimpers and whines. Chaos isn’t going to back down as she tears into him. A haunting laugh echoes around the packgrounds and out walks Fate. This sadistic bitch. Turning my head, I see her raise her hands in to the air chanting, my eyes widen. Turning my head, looking at Chaos and Fenrir.

She opened her mouth to say more, and she screamed as another contraction hit. He just gave her a sad smile. “You are worth everything.” The goddess turned her gaze to Ternen. “Take your mate’s hand.” He turned to her. “We both know I can’t. I’m not here.” The goddess waved her hand. “Am I the goddess or are you?” His mouth dropped open, but he lifted his hand to Alannah’s, and the moment their hands touched, a soft light filled the room. Alannah cried out and clung to him. “How?” He turned back to the goddess as his hand was crushed by his mate.

When we reach the grave from before, I stop and release his hand. It falls to his side. I stare at the grave and avoid his face. “You were right when you said I'm selfish.” I start. “I don't know how to trust. Until now, I've never even tried to, not really, I run away, hide and avoid everyone who tries to get close to me. But there is one thing I have always trusted and that is fate. These threads that I see. They never deceive me, they show truth, good and bad. They do nothing to spare my feelings because fate doesn't care about my feelings. There are times I wish I couldn't see them at all because what I see is so heartbreaking. But despite that, I really do trust them. Completely. I trus

……… *Hazel's POV* The doors opened and I took a deep breath, I slowly walked inside while my eyes were cascaded down. My father approached me and I held his hand, he walked me on the aisle. As I reached the end of the aisle I slowly looked up just To witness Alan, he was looking breathtaking for real. But this is all way too weird. My father passed my hands into his and he gently held my hand. I stood in front of him while the priest came ahead.

I turned to her “Elixir don’t listen to them They feed you a story you already fear and call it truth That’s not fate That’s manipulation” She blinked But she didn’t run One of the figures raised their hand and the flame between them flickered into an image Me Soren Ewen Standing over her body Blood on our hands Her voice cracked then “Why would fate show me that if it wasn’t true” “Because fate’s not fixed” I said “You taught me that” She shook her head “But what if I am the danger What if I don’t belong to any of you anymore” “You don’t belong to anyone” I said “But that doesn’t mean you’re alone”

It rose again like a snake, its intense heat illuminating the dark corners of the room. Camela whispered, “What if it chooses you instead?” Vincent's jaw clenched tightly. “Then I’ll accept it. I've faced worse terror before.” She grabbed his hand firmly. “Not this. Not again.” Suddenly, the chain hissed and pounced toward them both. Vincent pushed her to the side just in time, but the links split apart in two, shooting off in opposite directions—one after Camela and one after Vincent. They stumbled away from each other. The council’s voices echoed: “Two hands. Two fates. But one cage.”

After a brief pause, I still refused outright. "They don't deserve it." The bloody path I fought through in my last life was something Mona should walk herself this time. Jonah smiled faintly. "You and your sister really are different." With that, he went upstairs. Watching his back, a dead memory stirred. In the flames, I seemed to see that same figure running toward me. Or was that just a hallucination before death? Early the next morning, I received a notification that a large sum of money had been transferred out of my bank account.