Fates Hands Spare Novels & Stories

~clary~ Aura has been trying to change my mind but I’m hell bent on killing the man responsible for my mates death nothing she says could stop me. “Please clary listen to me for five minutes if you want to kill him afterwards I will not stop you” I stop and look at aura “your five minutes starts now” she sighs “thank you! There’s more to this than I can understand but we are all some how connected by the fates. Remember when we were little I would tell the fire story about the rogue? Don’t you think it’s odd that Perseus is a rogue and Esme’s mate. We found each other as kids and I also found Perseus. Esme sampson and you were all fated to Perseus, cherie and analise. what has happened had t

I wasn’t going to need help finding my vampire mate after all. **************************************************************************** Thank you to all of my readers! If you enjoyed the preview chapters for book 2, you can find the latest updates for it here on Goodnovel. Fated: The First is book 2 in the fated series!

I looked between the two names and then at Adrian. “Why are our names on this?” He took the parchment from my father's hands. “Because this isn't a list of people connected to the Order.” “Then what is it?” “A list of people whose fates have been altered.” The words immediately reminded me of what my father had told me earlier about souls returning when their fate was disturbed. I pointed toward the parchment. “Is this connected to the keys?” Adrian's expression changed. “You know about the keys?” I realized my mistake as soon as the words left my mouth.

Cupid asked, "They are a very important branch of Hades Inc." June nodded, "Yeah, I read about them on the pamphlet, you guys have me." The Fates were a group of three sisters who were weaving goddesses. One sister weaved the thread of life, another sister measured the amount of time the human lived and the last sister cut the thread off with her shears. "The Fates sometimes uses the same thread for different people's lives henceforth reincarnation became a thing," Cupid said, "So, all the June Wengs whose lives you changed are all you somehow."

"But I won't allow it. It took me years to find the right eyes for you three. I won't let you give them up." There she goes again, going against the rules to help others. It was the rule of Fate to give up an eye when you retired and you would take the one from the previous Fate as your own, but there was three of us. Two of us wouldn't get an eye if one claimed the previous Fates eye. "Hopefully this will be the last reset." We heard a deep male voice say. We turned around and there stood Zeus and Hera. "We are hoping so, your majesties." I squeaked.

And then, I freeze when I see the next slate. Aria Vale. My slate. Already carved. I lift it with shaking fingers. Silver letters blossom across the surface: Status: Not Yet Failed Not yet. The implication hangs like a noose. But below that is more text forming. A second line. I watch it etch itself into existence, heart turning to ice. Designation: Wolf of Two Fates My breath catches. “What does that mean?” I whisper. “Two fates? Kael and…?”

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.”

All three of them looked alike, with their faces mirroring each other. All three women looked eerie and ancient, I felt a cold chill crawl down my spine as I stared at how drained and pale their faces were. Who were they? My blood instantly runs cold as if frozen. I finally realized who they were--The Fates. A heavy lightning struck on cue out of nowhere. The Fates were the deities who held time and Destiny in their hands. They were three but existed in one. They are what was, what is and what will be. Holding the knowledge of the entire universe in their hands, what had occurred and whatever yet to occur.

“I-... that’s… how…” The Luna chuckles and pats my hand. “It’s alright, Zara. Yes. The Fates are real and yeah, what they did was kinda gross, but totally worth it. Everything happens for a reason. Look at me now. Exactly where I need to be. Would you like to see your thread?” My mouth drops open and I try to find words. “Y-yuh… uh… I mean. Yes. I would love to see that.” The Luna reaches up and removes her eye patch. She turns it over and opens a compartment hidden on the inside. She slides the compartment open and pulls out a thin piece of gold filament. It is about four feet long and glitters in the room's lamplight.

The idea of the Fates was borrowed but has a change in name for the characters. The Moirae, or Fates, are three old women who are charged with the destinies of all living beings, including heroes and heroines, and these destinies were represented by a string. They were called FATE A, FATE B and FATE C. FATE A would spin the string that represented the life of a living being; FATE B would measure its length to determine the length of that being's life, and FATE C, the eldest, would cut it when the time was right, thus ending with that being's life.