Genshin Impact Fate Novels & Stories

Closer to see the nameplate of the device: [Time Machine – Researching] Lina gave a wicked smile, but her parents' words made her pause for a moment: “ The time machine is being researched...” However, when she looked at the past life monitor, her parents' warning words immediately disappeared, replaced by: "If you want to cut off the predestined fate in this life, you must cut the predestined relationship from the previous life."

Her eyes moved across the group, keeping them all in rapt attention. "The time has come," Luna announced, her voice ringing across the clearing. "The path of fate is in motion." Ethan, Gabriel, and Amelia exchanged perplexed stares. What did this mean? Was the decision Ethan made the correct one? Luna extended her palm, and a shimmering light enveloped the three of them, linking their destiny in an unbreakable tie. "The three of you are now bound by the strands of fate. The decisions you make will define the future not only for yourself but for the whole pack."

I say. Fate’s gaze snaps back to me. “Then what is?” I meet his eyes. “Weight.” The word settles like gravity. Fate stiffens. “He acted.” “Yes,” I agree. “And he carried the cost.” Silence hums between us. “He has not yet outweighed.” The realization moves through Fate like a blade. “You mean,” he begins. “Yes,” I say. “He has altered outcomes, but he absorbed the imbalance himself instead of releasing it into the world. The scales remain level for now. The Weave has no justification to bind him.”

With a sweep of his hand, a dagger appeared in his palm, and he raised it to slice the threads. “Cut them if you wanna die!” Panic flashed across Lilian's face. Kiran's dagger halted, and he shifted his attention to her. A blush appeared on Lilian's stunning face, but her eyes showed a fierce glint. Glowering at him, she continued, “These are Threads of Fate. Cut them and see what happens.” “Threads of Fate?” Once again, Kiran was startled. His master had once told him that he had planted a Seed of Fate in his body. It was a love seed that could save him when his life was in danger.

“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.”

And eyes, glowing faintly like embers about to catch fire. Damian stepped forward, keeping himself between Mia and the figures. “Who are you?” His voice was steady, but his grip on the hilt of his weapon betrayed the tension in his muscles, the suspense hanging in the air. The central figure tilted its head, the movement deliberate, almost curious. “We are the Editors of Fate.” The words didn’t echo through the air—they reverberated directly in her mind. Mia flinched at the weight of them, as though the syllables themselves were too heavy to bear.

Zaheer's POV, I was shaken when Sania suddenly said about leaving. I know she said she'd be back in 3 months but even those months would feel like centuries. Also, when she said that, there wasn't a promise of coming back. Her eyes were soo blank. Why do I have a bad feeling about this? *****

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.

earlobe as he ended his declaration to which made me feel warmth in places that would have made me shameful under the bedsheets. Isabella saw what had happened, and started to get Leonidas out of the room, “My god of the eclipse please leave our goddess of the moon alone, she must rest,” Her words made my mate move up a bit to say in a more powerful state, “her name is not the goodness of the moon, for our daughter whom you hold is the daughter of the moon, Louise is to be known as the Cerenity of life, I am known as the guardian Vargs, and Enzo the messenger of fate. For now, all I can say is that we have a higher power that works with us to keep the balance of life at all times, called th

His name was rarely spoken aloud, for to do so was to invite death. I barely heard the words. My mind was elsewhere, back in the basement with the scroll, back with the runes that had melted away under the splash of water. I had drawn the symbols for summoning Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. He was the only one who could alter what was to come, who could change my fate and save me from the death that awaited me. But summoning a Fate was dangerous, and there was no guarantee that Ryuu would answer my call—or that he would help me if he did. The Fates were known to be capricious, their motives beyond human understanding. But I had no other choice.