Its Fate Novels & Stories

She can not really describe what the room looks like as she have no eyes but she can sense that it is a blank white room that stretch on a distance. "Where am I?" she asked. "Fate hall. This is the hall where you will choose your fate in your next life," said the man. Then he continued to write incomprehensible characters. 'Next life? So you choose your own fate before you are born? Does that mean that she also choose to die in this manner?' Now that she think about it, why did she bombed herself? Oh right, she was angry. But what is anger? Suddenly, she realized she do not know a single emotion. She wonder what anger is as she recall her own memory. But she can not find an answer. She just

Luke felt confused and became silent. "I believe in fate, though maybe many people don't believe in it. But I believe in fate. Every man’s life has been arranged by God. It is Zora’s destined catastrophe so she cannot avoid it! As you have said, if Kingsley had taken her to a better place, then she would not have died. Or if Cathy hadn’t revealed her wealth when she went there, Zora would not have died. Or if Cathy had disdained to go to such a poor area, Zora would not have died.

Whispered choice in the lowest possible audible voice of hers, with sadness filled in her heart. “We can’t do anything. And I couldn’t do anything to save him. It was … it was his fate. He had to die like that. Sometimes, fate is the most cruel thing, but in the end, all things fall in place.” Destiny said to choice and tried to calm herself and her little brat.

Fate was something that’s hard to battle with. A fateful moment confronting luck could happen in everyone’s life at least once or twice. It was hard to decipher at times and difficult to accept on some occasions. When the guardian of death came to fetch someone on earth to the other world, fate was the only one that could stop it. It could be either a fateful destiny or a fateful lucky day. As for Layla, she didn’t know which she belonged with though she was a stroke of sudden bad luck arrived and saved her from her dying last moment.

" -The End- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, fate is fate! No matter how impossible or how many miles you are, when fate brings you to him/her, you're truly for each other! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: Thank you so much to those who give my story a chance! Hope you enjoy it to the very last flip of the story! Thank you and Godbless! Truly Yours, Belle Cassy ❤

Clotho POV It's been weeks since Tate and Channing had made their decision about Emiko. They had already found a way to get her to be human so she could be killed. We knew this, and were trying to figure out how two souls broke free of their string of destiny. This was something unheard of in our times as Fate. We were going through the books of the original Fate. I closed the last book I was reading and growled. "Oh my fucking gods." Atropos cursed with joy.

"Your life string with the Fates. Each person has a string showing their life from beginning to end and the Fates control each string. Some are short, some long, but they are all woven together in a vast, beautiful tapestry. The intersections of each string determine the people that will matter most to you. Each of those strings represents a different soul. The Fates determine everything for you, how you live, how you die, and what you will do in between." "What's the point of choosing anything in life if the Fates have already predetermined it?" Ellie asked, her curiosity piqued and her fear forgotten with the theory that Ethan was telling her. "That's the thing, it's not predetermined. The

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

I clutched at my chest and felt the beating of my heart. "You are alive," Liv ran to me. "Liv?" I creased my face. "Sensus fatuor," she whispered, and my mind was linked to hers. "How are you using magic? What happened?" "We have a lot to discuss, but right now, you need to rest. Your wound has not healed." "Where is everyone?" "Dead," she looked down. "Tell me everything," I said. "We were attacked by hunters. Torgan hunters. They killed them all. I couldn't save them whilst trying to save you. Something happened to you and I could not sense your soul for the past two days."

The voice answered before I could form the words. “Remember the keys to freeing yourself from the repeated curse of fated mates choosing another and rejecting you: allow the mate bond to accept who it was chosen for. Once you do, your luck and faith will shine brighter than even I, and your ancient powers will at last return. Your fated mates must share the same ending in name as that of your chosen successor. This successor is the pup you bear — not theirs, for they shall never raise a pup that survives beyond half the first generation. That is one of the many weights of the curse. They can never speak of it, and you would never learn of it, until your time came. Lyra has been made to not k