Hands Of Fate 2 Novels & Stories

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

“Why is it Fated One?” Rebecca explained, “The fates are the writhing gods of chaos and tricks. The fates like to play a game and bet with their so-called thread of life, yet none seems to know the thread of the Fated One, they made a bet that she would succumb to her destiny and change the fates of the world. However, they weren't all unfair, they gave her a mysterious weapon to aid her. The whip-sword." Lucinda held the container of the whip-sword away from herself as if she was holding a dangerous serpent.

' The Beta pulled him out of the trance he had fallen into and he dropped to his knees, burying his face into his hands ["WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!"] Rafa rolled from within. ["I killed our Mate, it's what I've done."] The Alpha Of Alphas rose slowly to his feet and faced the training ground once more, ignoring the tears streaming down his face as he stared at the lifeless form lying there. "You have asked a question, My Beta..." He spoke softly. "Fate is when you've spent forty years without a Mate and when the Luna Goddess decides to give you a Mate she gives you a Tiger and not just any Tiger your enemy for a Mate, that is fate, My Beta."

I felt my body rising aiming for something that was within reach. “Cum for us Red. Come on, do it,” Hayes ordered. I could not resist even if I tried. I screamed feeling several waves of pleasure. There were several people downstairs but I could not care less at the moment. I slowly opened my eyes to see Hayes slowly licking his fingers clean. My legs felt like jelly. Their eyes glowed a bright golden hue and that brought me to my senses. I slapped Noah’s hands off and got on my wobbly feet. “What have you done?”

I believe this is the deeper voice—Jack The second man adds, "Oh, calm down," in a louder, more southern voice. You know, she's not really a princess. I feel two hands at the base of my skull when Jack grunts. I flinch and try to flee, but all I manage to do is flounder around like a fish when I become aware that my hands are restrained.

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 vision distorted. Not just fur—but jagged, frostbitten patterns rippled along her limbs. Her claws lengthened unnaturally, gnarled like bone. Her teeth—longer, sharper. Her face stayed mostly human, but her eyes glowed—not emerald, not wolfish—unnatural, Wendigo white, like twin moons glowing in the dark. She stumbled, hands braced against the ground, panting. Nathan slowed, watching her. His crimson gaze darkened with quiet awe.

Her fingers are shaking beneath the wide long sleeves of her white robe. “Do you understand the responsibilities as the wielder of strings bear?” “Let people meet their loved ones.” I immediately answered. She smiled and the air around her flutter. “Yes, and other things too.” She took one tainted with black string and offered it to me. “Strings are the foundation of Fate in this world. People can’t change nor alter what they’re destiny is, even when they try numerous ways to change their path. If Fate decides you will die today, you will die. But you, my mistress, has the power to change other people’s fates in your hands -”

"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

He holds his hand up, "I'm aware, although it is amusing watching you attempt to explain, looking as though you're going to pass out from fear of retaliation." My expression drops, as I add, "how did you know?" He chuckles. That sound makes me feel foolish. He's Fate, of course he knows. He probably knows what I had for breakfast this morning, or lack there of, should I say. "I am willing to give the Moon Goddess some of her power, on two conditions. I'm sure you will be willing to accept, if you would like to go back to the way things were before," Fate says, trying to water down whatever was to come next. Anything will be tempting, at this point.