Hanging Gardens Of Babylon Fate Novels & Stories

"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

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.

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

The complete shift in the atmosphere threw Ellaine off-guard. “Girl, you’re a smart one. You know what the Fates meant.” “But I don’t! And who ARE these Fates you’re talking about?” “Then ask your Aunt Caroline. Tell her these words ‘When buds are roses and seeds are green.’” “I don’t understand you!” "Belive me, I don't understand myself either. But the holy Fates wanted you to know that.

The garden echoed with the cosmic ballet, and I felt the weight of the unfolding story pressing upon me like a celestial prelude. In the hushed garden, the figure extended a hand towards a celestial tapestry, revealing constellations that pulsed with the energy of untold narratives. Each star seemed to hold a fragment of a story, waiting to be plucked from the cosmic expanse. As we traversed the garden's labyrinth, I glimpsed fleeting images—lovers separated by galaxies, empires rising and falling like cosmic tides, and the silent dialogues of ancient entities.

Where we come from and where we got to The Master of Fate wraps myths with the moon's squeaky hush, and sound to sound the rains of Iran shower us with deep understanding of the metaphor that revivifies cold plateaus and moonlight guise.

Fate has a way to turn impossible things into possible. A person can fight his fate all he wants but in the end, things always turn out how fate wanted them to be. Just like Amber. She was living proof of the games that fate plays. Amber, a woman who was thrown in the woods in the dead of winter by her own mother. She was given to nature for a low agonizing death. Who thought that the little girl her mother and her people thought they got rid of was as alive as the wind.

Was this woman truly mad, she just shared a personal vision with me. “Your mother is a wise woman, me on the other hand. I like to mess with fate and give people a chance to choose their own destiny. That king is your future husband, a man of destruction and death my dear child. I’m giving you the chance to see through his lies and pick your own future. Balthazar is a dangerous man, he may promise to love you but that is something he is not capable of. He craves blood and power and tricked your own mother into giving you up. She is forbidden to talk of his true nature, everyone in Gardenia capital is forbidden.” She explained, picking up her cards and placing them into a bag. I couldn’t thin

“B-A-I-T. Run across the frozen lake. Now, Unc! We’ve only got seconds.” Idris groaned, muttering, “I’m nobody’s bait…” But he obeyed, walking toward the lake, slipping as he went. --- Meanwhile, deep in the shadows of the approaching army, Satan’s forces marched. Forty-five—maybe fifty-four legions of demons assembled, a horde of darkness. Satan growled, “Asmodeus. Come forward.” Asmodeus hesitated. He knows. He reached for the stones in his satchel. If I give him the remaining Fate stones, he might kill me right after...