Hands Of Fate 2 Novels & Stories

I hope that you will continue along for the ride. The Fated series, that began with Elle and Kade, continues on with the Legacies of Fate series. The first one, that is now officially up as well, follows Angel and our favorite Alpha twins. Just like the original two series, these two new ones will also be crossovers. Again, thank you for being the amazing people that you are! See you amongst the turning pages, Shana Allen

He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet. “I'm asking a question!!! What's your name!!!” He yelled so hard that everyone flinched feeling a cold spine run through them. “Georgia Brooke” she replied in a shaky voice. “I, Jared Cameron, the Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you, Georgia Brooke of the blue moon pack as my fated mate.." And that was it. Georgia felt a pain coursing through her body.

Steel Fist was asking for the Black Team fighter up next to come over, meaning that the time for resting was over. “Your hand?” Vital Orange asked. “The numbness wore off a minute ago,” Black Hand replied and went to take his place. As the two fighters approached, the crowd erupted into a frenzy. Of course, many people were under the impression that this would be an easy match for Black Hand because he was a Predator and his opponent was expected to be a Thrasher. “The second match is between Indigo Shadow of the Indigo Team and Black Hand of the Orange Team.” Steel Fist declared once the combatants had taken their places.

That should change things. Tarsi spun around, creating new sentences above him. He was aware enough to feel the rage and grief behind them. "The death of a Fate was a private thing. Its sentence only able to be carried out by those who knew it well. Who worked alongside it as empires grew and fell." "To stop the Unravelling, the Fate itself would have to be undone and used to patch up the tears in the fabric of reality. The doors to the Meeting Room slammed shut and an ages-old ritual began."

"But everything else became so hectic, I didn't get the chance to explain. I am sorry." "You know?" Astrid's chest tightens with anticipation. She didn't even realize she was worried about this until now. "I found it written in an old book after we returned to the palace that sometimes fate does not decide a course of a certain thing. It lets you do that and the future spreads into two roads that you could choose which one to walk on. That's why the shaman shows both stones. Yes and no are both true answers to the question." Loras explains. "So fate lets us choose if we are mates or not? How do we do that?"

The deadliest concoction, one that would leave no trace, was carefully selected. I would hide my plan from my mother for now because she wouldn't want me to have blood on my hands but I couldn't care less because my mind was made up. A sense of fate's favor washed over me. The stars aligned, the moon goddess probably smiled upon me because every piece fell into place with eerie precision. Ava's downfall is inevitable.

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.

His laughter now rumbled like the thunder, sparks falling from his fingers in flares like lightening. "I am Fate," he boomed, looming over us, black doom painting his eyes the color of his power. Demetrius's smile didn't waver as he bent beside me and held out his hand. "I need your crystal," he said with perfect clarity. "If you don't mind." I gaped at him. Looked down at it in my hand even as Belaisle's giant foot shifted next to me, rising to crush us all like bugs. My hand lurched forward, dropped the silent stone into Demetrius's hand. He liberated Ameline's from hers without asking. Stood swiftly, turned and bowed to the Fates who seemed unconcerned Belaisle's massive foot was about to

“This hasn’t happened. What is happening to me?” But the images kept flickering. Broken glass. Twisted metal. Aurora’s cold hand. It felt like memories. Except they weren’t his. But they felt like they were. His breath hitched. “I’m losing my mind—” Except he wasn’t. Because next to him, invisible and unseen, Fate sat in the passenger seat,her small form glowing faintly, her delicate fingers outstretched toward him. Her eyes were sad. Her voice… unheard by him, whispered,

Fenrir POV. “Long time no see, my love.” Fate drawls with a wave of her hand as she transforms into her true form. Like Karma, her golden skin glows, the ancient symbols etched black into her skin, her long black straight hair flows around her. Simple gold rings on each of her fingers connected with delicate chains to bracelets on her wrists. Her skin bare only sheer fabric covers her breasts and mound. Gold chains around her flat stomach. Walking bare foot towards me, her white eyes shine as she looks at me.