Fates Hands Spare Novels & Stories

The other god spoke to match the rhythm with his two sisters. Hector Sparker? Isn't that my name? Aubrey and I looked at each other in surprise. Our plan is to distract the three Goddesses of Destiny, then leave here quietly. Of course we fully knew we couldn't fight the three Fates like we did Charon so we had no choice but to distract the gods and head to the black palace. However, there was a slight change when I heard my name and was mentioned in the words of these three gods. I suddenly spoke, much to Aubrey's astonishment: “My beautiful goddesses, perhaps I am a little retarded not to know the person you spoke of Hector Sparker? Is he a human or a demigod that is scary?”

"So you need a relic for some kind of resurrection spell. Taken but why is my Alpha's mate here too? Do you also need innocent blood?" Yasmin scoffed and looked in Olamide's direction. "The girl is far from human. Innocent, maybe but she is also vital to this spell. She is the spinner. A speck of the allotter and a piece of the inflexible. She is currently one of the three fragments of the embodiment of fate scattered across the world."

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

Something big is going on, and Jamari is stuck right in the center of it. “I met with the Fates yesterday and they said something similar to your sister.” I watch as Jamari’s eyes grow wide. Andrew stops wandering around and looks over at me. “THE Fates?” He asks me in wonder. I scowl at him. “Are there any other fates that you know of?” Jamari smacks my arm, reminding me to be nice. “Force of habit.” I mumble out. Andrew chuckles under his breath, I turn and glare at him.

Pearl doesn’t even remember anything about our mother. Even after the Fated Plague took away the possibility of finding a fated mate, I still believed in true love, and I found mine. We barely had time to experience our own love story, but now, the Moon Goddess is granting werewolves fated mates again. Sure, I was ecstatic for Daya, our oldest sister, when she found Darius. The five of us worked so hard to ensure that they fought for their bond instead of running from it. Daya was so scared to accept Darius for fear that they would lose each other to the plague. She overcame that fear and I have never seen her happier.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

*** Song: Selena Gomez (Rare) Baby, You've been so distant from me lately And lately Don't even wanna call you baby Pre-chorus Saw us getting older Burning toast on my toaster My ambitions were too high Waiting up for you upstairs Why you act like am not there Baby, right now it feels like Chorus It feels like you don't care Why don't you recognize I'm so rare Always there You don't do the same for me That's not fair I don't have it all Am not claiming to But I know that I'm special yeah And I bet there's somebody else out there To tell me I'm rare To make me feel rare. *** 24th Christmas eve 🌲🌲🌲 Subtle background music played in the huge outlet meant for the birthday party and everyone m

Just slightly. “His name is Fred. He actually sold me the Mini Cooper. He charges way less than those human con artists do.” She informed, and I stared at the cards in my hand. Then nodded, trying to memorize everything. “The protection spell…” The thought crossed my mind. “How are you going to be able to do it around my house if you can't even stick around long enough till I find it?” “Take pictures and send them to me.” She responded. I looked up, bewildered.

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.”

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.