Fates Hands Novels & Stories

He could make the wolf purr in his hands. Noah was looking at the beautiful face cupped in his hands. He could never get enough looking into those dark black orbs. The rosy red lips. The pale white cheeks that would tint in pink when blushing. The arms that were looped around his shoulder for the support. He moved his hands down from his face to his shoulders, resting a bit at the side of his waist fisting it a bit before slipping his hands down at the shorts on his thighs. He pulled Benjamin to sit in his lap without going out of the pool.

His laughter now rumbled like the thunder, sparks falling from his fingers in flares like lightening. "I am Fate," he boomed, looming over us, black doom painting his eyes the color of his power. Demetrius's smile didn't waver as he bent beside me and held out his hand. "I need your crystal," he said with perfect clarity. "If you don't mind." I gaped at him. Looked down at it in my hand even as Belaisle's giant foot shifted next to me, rising to crush us all like bugs. My hand lurched forward, dropped the silent stone into Demetrius's hand. He liberated Ameline's from hers without asking. Stood swiftly, turned and bowed to the Fates who seemed unconcerned Belaisle's massive foot was about to

Her hands were trembling in front of her and she held them out seeing the flashes of colour. “Can you see that?” She asked looking at James who was smiling. “Yes. Mark and I can both see it. That’s your Magic.” “But I…?” lisa stared at her hands as they still flashed multicoloured and her words failed her. “Now do you believe?” James asked and all she could do was nod. It was madness, all of it, but it was also true. She was exactly what they’d been saying. She was Magic. She was Fate.

On the evil side, their are various species of brings, ranging from gods to demons to even fates themselves. Speaking of Fates, the fates are three beings that claim to have woven the fabric of the universe by the words of their mouth. Divided into three bodies, each having a specific task, the fates thus, write the destiny of man. One makes the destiny, one speaks into the soul and one ends the life of the owner of the destiny. The fates have been rumoured since chapter 12, only to make their first debut at the ending chapters.

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.

“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!”

“This hasn’t happened. What is happening to me?” But the images kept flickering. Broken glass. Twisted metal. Aurora’s cold hand. It felt like memories. Except they weren’t his. But they felt like they were. His breath hitched. “I’m losing my mind—” Except he wasn’t. Because next to him, invisible and unseen, Fate sat in the passenger seat,her small form glowing faintly, her delicate fingers outstretched toward him. Her eyes were sad. Her voice… unheard by him, whispered,

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.

"You will answer my questions truthfully and without hesitation." She opened her mouth to curse me, but all that came out was "Yes Master." "When the Creator ordained the Fates, how many were there?" She tried to keep her mouth closed, but the order I'd given her forced the air from her mouth. "Two, there were two Fates. Present and Future. There was no need for a past because it was set and unchangeable." Both Nimue and Gwendolyn gasped. Greg nodded. "Then where did you come from? If the Creator didn't ordain a Fate of the Past, who are you?"

“Nikolai, Nova, *these are the hands of your best friend, young, strong and full of love for you as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow and forever. These are the hands that will work alongside yours as you build your future together. These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years and, with the slightest touch, will comfort you like no other.” *“These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief fills your mind, when unwanted thoughts creep into your memories and threaten to break you. These are the hands that will wipe the tears from your eyes; tears of sorrow and tears of joy. These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children