Fates Hands Trilogy Novels & Stories

Just a few minutes later, Lisa brought a large tray of food containing different foods like toast, tea, fruits, coleslaw with a glass of orange juice and so many other foods. “Thank you, Lisa,” I said to her as she placed the tray on my bed carefully. “My pleasure ma’am,” she said and took her leave. I began to dig in and continue binge-watching my favorite series ‘How to get away with murder’. I was done with season 3 when I realized it was already 12 am, so I decided to finally walk around the house and explore since it was late already and I wouldn’t have to bump into Alexander. I wore my flip flops and left my room and began to wander the hallways.

You dared to choose their kind over ours. Lachesis! I thought to myself. It was my true identity after all. What the computers in Death’s office have replaced. I was once one of the Triumvirate of Fates; the one tasked with the cold calculation of human lives while Spinstra hatches and spins out all the possibilities and Atropos makes the fatal cut. I was a part of the Wyrd Ones!

"Maria, I will avenge you. What he did to you, his wife will face the same. And then I'll ask him to replace her, just like he asked me to and then he'll know that fame means nothing but destruction." Fate sat on the top of a tower and wrote something in her Grecabulum, the book of fate and destiny. Her pen shone light blue as she wrote down the Fate of people. Then, she flew up and reached a balcony. She passed through the closed doors and looked at a new born baby sleeping in a cradle. She touched his hands and the fate lines appeared on his palm. "May you get what you deserve" She smiled and walked out. She flew up and climbed at the terrace of a building. "Let's see, what's next," She lo

Running my fingers through my hair I fix the sisters with a glare. “What about the wolf?” Well, she’s not really a wolf considering she doesn’t have a wolf. Not that that matters at this moment. I just want to get this meeting over with so I can get back to Jamari. The three sisters give me a knowing smile as if they were able to hear my thoughts. But that’s not possible, right? I pull my mind out of my thoughts so I can focus on the women in front of me. Mythology has painted the three fates as three little old hags, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. All three sisters are beautiful to look at, tall and slender. It’s the missing eyeball that is creepy as hell.

His arm absently moves up to pull me in closer to his side and my senses are assaulted with his fire and brimstone scent. “Are we interrupting something important?” Power surges through the air as the Fates suddenly appear in the middle of the drawing room, an amused look echoing along all of their faces. Clotho steps away from her sisters and makes her way over to the empty seat to my right. Her hands reach out to grab mine in hers, pulling me out of Levi’s hold until I am facing her fully. The empty sockets where her eyes should be start to glow a pale white light as her breathing starts to slow to an almost indescernible rate.

"I am part of this now. We all are." Ava stopped, her gaze fixed on Misha. "She's right, you know." She crossed her arms, her expression uncharacteristically serious. "The Fates. It's not just a fancy title for our shared trauma bonding. If you're gone, the thread unravels. I'm the anchor, but an anchor needs something to hold to. Without both of you, without the balance you create, I'm just a lonely goth girl with too much power and no one to direct it at." "And the children?" I rasped, the effort of speaking growing monumental. "They are the true Fates, our replacements. Our duty is to protect them until they can assume their roles."

Hades found it adorable, to be honest, Proserpina was truly nothing but a little girl at heart playing house with the humans and he had been expecting she would have learned to let go of this childish nonsense on the day William Veil descends to the underworld, once the remaining attachment from her old life slips from her… but it seems another string to the realm of living had found its way, tangling itself to her hands–and this is the one thing Hades could not find it in him to cut off no matter how badly he was itching to rip this flimsy string apart himself before it crawls its way on his only heir’s throat and strangle her just as it had once done to his firstborn so many eons ago. Depe

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.