Fates Hands Novels & Stories

They could insult her all they liked, but she would not let them malign the man she loved. The four Fates looked at one another and then at the girl before them. She was a child, and a human child at that. Justum cast his gaze across the gathering of Fates and nodded decidedly. "If you insist on having your company here, then we will allow it. After much deliberation, we have reached our verdict." Justum motioned to the four Fates on the platform. "We will not help you."

An immortal who could kill me at whatever moment he pleases is someone who demands respect and shall receive it. His gentle hands pull up the back of my shirt, and I freeze. Who knows what powers those fingers possess. The same fingers trace the pattern on my back, silently marvelling at it. Time has quite the talent with creating brands with magic. Perhaps that’s why so many love to hate him. “He’s done quite mark hasn’t he,” Fate murmurs. “It’s growing too.” I flinch. “No, it can’t be.”

Gerald asked, eying the mountain devoid of life. “There has been a change in Mother during these few months,” Tabby stated, looking at her Mother. “Hello, I’m the Goddess Maia; how do you do,” Julie stated, extending her hand. Blake extended his hand to shake it in greeting but to his and everyone’s surprise, she grabbed Blake’s hand, pulled him into her arms, and kissed him passionately. “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” Maia stated when she let Blake go flustered.

Beta Tyde called, catching up to her. He stopped her by holding one of her hands from behind. Unable to let go of her hand that was as soft as velvet and as frail as a rose, he stared at her pretty little hand within his. Suddenly, it was quickly pulled from his hand, and he looked up at his fated mate with now angry eyes staring at him. "How long have you known we were fated, mate?" she asked, upset. Beta Tyde thought she would be happy they were fated mates after finding out she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. He was confused.

“I wish I were human; they can decide for themselves who they end up with.” The antique, textured burgundy and gold wallpaper tickled the ridges of his fingers as he slid them across while he did his best to calm her down. “Yes, that’s true, but they often pick poorly. Your mate is hand-picked for you by the Fates; these things are meant to be. Go with it for once and see where it leads you.”

I pause for one brief moment, and as I move closer to her, I take her hand gently into mine. “Tell me one thing, Ava. Do you believe in fate?” “I believe people like you buy their happiness while people like me wait for fate to bring us happiness.”

’, Fabian broke into a plethora of praises for her. Argus’ eyes were glistening with tears of love and pride. ‘May the three Fates make your life happy and colorful, my sister’, he bowed down with a wide smile. But Lachesis, the middle one of the three Sisters Of Fate, had added more colors to their already variegated lives. The silence of the night with the rhythmic trotting of their horses was broken by loud cacophonic shouts and laughter from behind. Being the tallest of the three, Argus could see a group moving towards them with wild eyes, flames held high and swords were drawn. Wild laughter ringed the night sky.

Or should I say, a pendant holding an eyeball that looks just like the Luna Regent’s? “Zara, this is my sister, Lachesis. Lachey, Zara.” Clotho helps me up and dusts me off. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I tear my eyes away from her pendant and bow to her. “Mmm. This is the girl Selene and Iokaste hold so dear?” She looks down her nose at me. “Young lady, there are a lot of fates riding on your shoulders. Please make this easy on us. Our sister Atropos is not nearly as forgiving or understanding. It's a wonder we got her to agree in the first place.”

“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

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."