Fates Hands Novels & Stories

she replied. Helpful. Selene laughed in my mind. “I’m sorry my messages are sometimes vague, Avelina. I am limited on how much I can tell you without disrupting the order of the universe and causing problems for the Fates.” “The Fates?” “Yes, my daughter. The Fates ensure the world carries on as it should, that people are in the right places at the right time, that people die when they are supposed to and live when they should. Not all future events are set in stone, some can be influenced. The events that can be influenced are easier for me to discuss with you as the choice is ultimately yours. Events that can’t be changed and have to happen in a specific way are harder.”

Ava's pov “If…” I started. “If what you're saying is true then I must have been gifted back then, why didn't I stop the war? What makes you think I can stop it now when I couldn't stop it then?” “It wasn't the right time.” The keeper said. “The goddess may be supreme but she is not to interfere with the works of the fates.” “Fates?” I asked The scene froze and the keeper appeared before us. Its voice— neither male nor female, was calm as it spoke. “Every living thing in the universe is the work of the fates.” It started. “The fates are three ancient magical women who weave threads for every living thing.”

She paused as a tear escape from her eyes and it fell on her hand, “It’s time to let go and move on. Don't chain yourself in the past. You'll never see the beauty of the future.” Without another word, Alexander looked down as tears fell on Jenalyn's hand. She tighten her hold on his hand as he quietly sobs. She moved closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder and caressed his hand with her thumb.

So cute. Because of her ice elemental power, her body is colder than a normal human being. Since she coiled her left hand on my right hand, my entire right arm feels so terrifyingly numb. Even if the heating function on my sleeve didn`t help much. How long had my right hand have been placed in this condition? Better move my hand away first. Hmm…? Though she`s holding my hand gently, but I can`t seem to pull my hand out from it. I then placed both of our hands on my legs, attempting to unlock her hand by pulling her fingers out one-by-one— I ended up kind of hooked up to her fingers.

His hands wrapped around my neck. “if I can't have you then no one else will have you, not even that bastard Zander. I see they're trying to get close to him that must be why you were talking with Silas. Is he trying to match the both of you together? is he trying to make arrangements for your wedding or perhaps is he trying to make you have more babies after what happened to the first one? I won't let that happen again. I stood aside watching you give what belonged to me to him. I swear that I would rather have you dead than see it happen”

Yaya says curtly. I understand now, to a small degree, the frustration that Yaya and her brother must feel. They are villainized before people give them a chance to prove otherwise. Yaya places her hands on Kent and Landon again, keeping her eyes open as they begin to glow like a raging fire. She murmurs to herself in Latin again and I watch as her hands glow a bright orange, the light traveling into Kent and Landon, snaking through their veins. Archie’s jaw hangs open like a fish, while Claire and Morgan clutch onto each other, holding their breaths.

I pressed the advantage, unleashing coordinated combos that pushed her back, but the combination of rage and will that fueled her made her impervious to pain. She grabbed both of my hands, then head butted me with enough force to kill a normal person. Even I staggered and was blinded in my right eye from a massive gash that was leaking blood into it. She was on me in an instant, not letting me regain my bearings before kicking me in the chest. I gasped for air as she slowly walked around me. "It could've been us, together. Standing atop a vampire utopia. No prejudice, no pain, no suffering. Why wouldn't you want that? No matter, you made your choice." She said calmly now.

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.

“What can you tell us about Atropos?” I prompt. Well, she is usually considered to be the oldest of the fates. I’m not sure how anyone would know that kind of thing, but that’s what the stories I was told said. It doesn’t really matter anyway. So, as I said, Atropos is the fate who controls the manner in which someone dies and cuts the string that represents their lifespan. Basically if our fates represent the beginning and middle of life, Atropos represents the ending. I don’t really know exactly what abilities your Kiara has but it probably involves knowing how people will die. Maybe when? You would really need to ask her for the specifics.” Collin suggests. I tense up. I was so interested

They chuckled. “I’m Atropos” the first fate introduced herself. “Clotho” second fate told her. “And I am Lachesis” the final fate said. Amelia nodded her head. “So am I dead?” “No, but you’re recovering…we brought here to congratulate you on your success” Clotho told her. Amelia smiled. “Thank you…I couldn’t have done it without you” They smiled back at her. “The other reason we brought you’re here is to know your decision” Atropos said to her.