Fates Hands Chapter 7 Novels & Stories

Now, the same thing was happening again. Except this time, Lyra was the one who was his fiancée. Leonel did not answer immediately. His gaze returned to Lyra’s hand, which was still bleeding, before shifting to the broken pieces of the figurine on the ground. “You’re hurt.” “It’s fine.” Lyra quickly pulled her hand back. She did not want to make this matter drag on any longer. But Leonel instead turned to one of the servants standing not far away. “Treat her wound.”

Amy takes my hand in hers and nudges the back of my shoulder with her other hand, making me stand up. “We tried to resist the mate bond- my mate and I. We were both scared of the unknown. We both accepted a life alone, without a mate. But we realized that we can’t run away from fate. So, rather than fear it any longer, we have accepted it.” Darius turns his head to the side and pulls the color of his shirt down, revealing my mark on his neck. The crowd erupts into another wave of gasps. Darius reaches his hand out for me again. My feet are rooted into the floor. One of my sisters, I think it was Saph, gives me a push from behind and I move toward Darius and ascend the platform. Darius takes

Then: “You forgot.” “He made you forget.” “Do not say his name aloud.” We stared. “What does it mean?” Nyx whispered. Mia flipped the page. More ink appeared: “The Seventh is not made of what you are.” “The Seventh is made of what you lost.” Nyx’s POV I reached for the book. But as soon as I touched it— Gone. The pedestal was empty. The ink vanished. The pages unwrote themselves. And I didn’t remember why we were in the library.

Oh had she known the feelings of those beggars she saw on the untidy market roads homeless and hungry, She would have shown more love and care. She wasn't so lucky then as fate had other intentions, Sophia heard a loud bang and some treacherous sound like a sack of bones hitting the tarred road. Unable to figure out where the sound was from, Sophia twisted her neck to her left but felt an excruciating pang of pain run down her spine. And that was when she saw the red liquid... Her blood, the smell of gasoline and tire, her thoughts became hazy and darkness took precedence.

He stared at it in concern while she shrugged his worry away. "Oh! It's just a little burn. Don't worry about it." Reaching out his hand, he took hold of her wrist and headed to a room. "Let's go. Get your wounds dressed." "Huh?" She had started writing her romance novel's first draft on her laptop. She started the first chapter by noting the incidents that happened to her as a medium. While writing, she reached a moment in the story that forced her to think. "When Gu Wei started applying ointment to Mao's bruised hand, she..."

"Look at the Wind Kryst you're so underestimating." By this time, Zabdiel's been surrounded by his own tornado as his body was picked up from the ground. His opponent had conjure an earth-like fist from under Zabdiel but he was able to evade it. Zabdiel suddenly shot towards the Earth Kryst. The latter was too slow to react. "I don't think you understand the power of the elements," Chloe said. And with a small voice that no one could hear, she added, "It all depends on the Fates."

I lunged for it, but the boys started passing it around like a game, tossing it back and forth and holding it up high. "Come on, Cassidy! If you can grab it, it's yours again!" "Hah! Look at her jumping around like a monkey!"

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

The man was a walking contradiction. “Actually,” I said, looking at the silver-haired stranger, a new defiance hardening my voice. "No, I'm not." I held out my hand, a clear invitation. He started to reach for me, a polite gesture. But then my world spun. One second, my feet were on solid ground. Next, I was airborne. Not floating. More like… snatched. My head swam for a second as the ground disappeared. I found myself slung over a shoulder, the familiar scent of Ace’s stupidly musky but sweet scent suddenly suffocating. If he weren’t my fated mate, his scent probably would’ve been drenched in the smell of whiskey. Damn it was strong.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.