Hands Of Fate 2 Novels & Stories

He made a move for my hand. Something inside of me stirred as our fingers connected. An emotion. One of the memories. Every life we have already led. The previous cycles. Our lost love. The fights we had engaged in. All of them remained within us. Energy surged through my veins, and I gasped. Damon's hold became more firm. He sensed it, too. Aetherion called forth golden light with his raised palm. "Fate is unavoidable." Damon took a step forward. "Observe us."

The God of fate stated as he stood up straight and walked forward. I narrowed my eyes because that had to be the most unhelpful tip. The God of fate walked forward and held something out to me with his cloaked arm. I looked at the gold coin and back up at him. Without much thought I put my hand out and opened it up. He dropped the coin in my hand ad what looked like a small smirk slowly formed. "See, he's already learning. To do what's right will make Mazayas fate have to switch paths. If you do that until there are no more paths than fate will no longer be." He stated with a small smirk.

Choice asked her sister Destiny who was busy writing the FATE MANUSCRIPT Destiny didn’t respond at all, which made Choice quite anxious. She snatched the FATE MANUSCRIPT, from her hands saying, “You can work on it later, sister. First you answer me.” Snatching the MANUSCRIPT back from her, Destiny glared at her, responding in a low inaudible tone, making Choice glued to her spot, “Whatever she would ask, is fated to wreak havoc in their lives.”

An immortal who could kill me at whatever moment he pleases is someone who demands respect and shall receive it. His gentle hands pull up the back of my shirt, and I freeze. Who knows what powers those fingers possess. The same fingers trace the pattern on my back, silently marvelling at it. Time has quite the talent with creating brands with magic. Perhaps that’s why so many love to hate him. “He’s done quite mark hasn’t he,” Fate murmurs. “It’s growing too.” I flinch. “No, it can’t be.”

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

The doctor had to stitch ten times before my hand was barely saved. When Vivian dragged me to the rooftop in my previous life, I did not resist because my body was already completely drained. I could not even break free from one of her fingers. There was another reason. I had already stopped wanting to live. As I fell, there was no fear in my heart. Instead, there was a faint joy at the thought of being freed. Seeing that demon again, every cell in my body screamed for me to stay away. The terror carved into my bones had not faded at all, even after living again.

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

Aphrodite almost seems to comfort us, yet she still leaves us here in this icky place. The Sisters of Fate are much more hideous than I thought they would be. Their skin is a pale grey, their skin seems to glob from their bone. They all have at least eight legs, yet the way they crawl it seems like so much more. The whole main room is twindled with red string, they all seem to glow with fate.

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

She said taking his hand and raising an eyebrow at Rex. The instant she took his hand an intense heat came from his fingers and the Fate Seer immediately withdrew her hand from his. “It seems you have an aggressive protector” she exclaimed looking at her hand, she had small blisters appear where she had touched Rex. “I didn’t do that” Rex said, “Well I don’t think I did” he said looking at his hand. Was me or Fafnir he thought.