Fates Hands Trilogy Novels & Stories

She tried to understand, but she couldn't. The image of the table was beginning to fade, the woman in red was slowly receding into the recesses of her mind. It was in that last brief image of the Fates that Ellie saw the Dark Fate advance on the woman in red and grasp her neck with his hand, a black smoke-like substance wafting around her dress as she gasped up into the hidden eyes of the Dark Fate. Finally, Ellie understood. The Fates were at war.

My mind kept drifting back to the scroll hidden in the basement, to the runes I had drawn on the floor. I had found the scroll hidden among my grandmother's things after she died. It was ancient, written in a language that had taken me weeks to decipher. It spoke of the Fates—Abraxas, the Fate of Life; Kaius, the Fate of Death; and Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. The Fates ruled the universe, deciding the course of every life, every death, every destiny. The scroll claimed that one could summon a Fate and ask for a boon. But it came with a warning: to call on a Fate was to risk death. I didn't care about the risk. If I didn't do something, I would be exposed as a Shade during my first shift, and

Beth I watch in amazement at how quickly they were able to calm Abbigail. I know they've been keeping her calm and I feel worse for turning to Melanie for comfort. Finding out you're carrying triplets must be overwhelming. Seeing her calm down between them was comforting to know she trusts them. Melanie kneels in front of her and she holds her hand in comfort. She falls asleep looking in Melanie's eyes and I knew I had to back off.

I asked loudly but didn't get any response from him, so I just decided to read what was written on it. "Darkness, blood, and death will soon invade our world. Flamis, Glaciers, Baylans, and of all tribes are in danger. Only the Fated Savior can save us all! Born in a forbidden love but was blessed with four great guardians as protectors. We must find her!" I shifted my gaze back at Cool after reading the page containing their so-called 'prophecy'. "So, how does this explain everything?" I asked with a doubtful look. "Simple. You are the Fated Savior and I am one of your guardians. Do I need to tell more?" He answered with a cold expression.

They all hurried to change. After they were clean and changed, they reconvened for a meal in the boys' quarters. Hanna confirmed Brinn's words. "Yes, the other Fates are watching. They are deciding what to do with you." "Didn't they know we were coming?" Aurora asked. "They knew I called you, but they never thought you would make it." Hanna's ever present smile turned mischievous. "We showed them, didn't we!" The others were surprised. They believed that the Fates worked in unison, but it seemed even they made their own decisions individually. Pretending not to notice their stares, Hanna took a bit of the fluffy bread on the table and dabbed it in oil. She popped the morsel into her mouth an

“But yes. They are like sports drinks. And tea.” Abertha relaxing helps me let go a little. Breathe a little deeper. I take a sip from my cup. It’s sweetened with honey. Just how I like it. “First off, it’s not Fate, it’s Fates. Plural. And they aren’t necessarily working together. You’ve got the sports drink Fate who is all about the results. Hydration by whatever means necessary. Pups, pups, pups. That’s all she cares about. But then there’s the tea Fates.”

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

Alhumdulillah. I desperately rubbed her hands and feet. 'Why were her hands soo cold?' I called Madiha and Mom. "She isn't waking up. Please do something." I said desperately while I called the doctor. My heart was pounding. 'Its all my fault. I did this to her. I'll never forgive myself if something happens to her.' The doctor came soon enough. I ushered her hurriedly to our room. She was checking Sania but I was too uneasy to wait. I just prayed to Allah to let her be fine. I want my Sania back. What I did to her was cruel but I cannot bear to see her like that.

It was like she was a lioness staring at her prey and I was the prey. One of the outfits she actually walked up to me, trailing her fingertips along the deep v-cut neckline. It made my breath hitch and run ragged as her other hand traced my core through the see-through lacey fabric. She abruptly pulled her hands from me, giggling as my body shuddered from her lack of touch.

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”