Luck Of The Far Realms Novels & Stories

"When I was in my home town, I went to a fortune-teller. She had told me that I would meet someone from another realm that held the same desires that I did. One that would help me achieve my goals." "And you think I am that someone? Fortunes as vague as those can be interpreted in a number of ways. Of course, there are plenty of people out there who might share the same goals as you." "I would agree with you there. However, she went into more detail. I had her write down everything, unfortunately, some parts are vague but I think you might fit the description." Girod hands a piece of paper over to Fenrir. (Demon's Claw, a fanged creature approaches. Killer's Instinct, one soul split in two.

"Yes lift the barrier." "Very well," The sentry does a complicated spell moving its hands in the air, blue light starts to radiate from its covered limbs. Thunder rips through the air causing a bunch of jumpers to gasp from shock when they see the sentry lowering the invisible barrier that divides the realm. "Good luck." "Thanks I might just need it." "When you wish to return all you need say is the word reditus." I nod and take a cautious step past the barrier that divides the bridge from the rest of the realm.

We made contact with The Oracle, cautiously arranging a meeting in a secluded location. As we met with The Oracle, their face hidden behind a mask, we listened intently to the secrets they shared. They spoke of a hidden lair, a stronghold where the puppet masters orchestrated their plans and controlled the fate of countless lives. The Oracle provided us with detailed information, maps, and a warning of the dangers that awaited us.

Lucky Potent, as the active party, will shower blessings on mountains, rivers, and streams. He was getting rid of those karmic burdens. And she would be protected by the wronged souls. Once, Lucky Potent was sacrificed voluntarily, it will always be with its owner, no matter if they are good or bad. If you break the contract, you will disappear from this world. Legend has it that every time a national disaster strikes, there will always be capable people to save the day. The giant bird spread its wings, shaking all directions, the evil spirits, and after ten years, the country enjoyed a peaceful and prosperous era.

The shaman waved his hand and shook his head. "Miss Mindy can only bring good luck to her blood relatives, and she's only two years old. Maybe it's because you kept forcing her to share her luck with Miss Jade, and that caused a backlash. Now, the good luck has turned to misfortune. Miss Jade is being drowned by so much misfortune that her surroundings are all dark." The shaman shook his head again, giving them all a meaningful look. "I've said everything I can. You'll have to take care of the rest yourselves."

Long Chen really did not expect to find something so surprising in this world that it made Long Chen think that his life was really very lucky. "Hey, little sister. What happened? Why are you acting like this?" Yang Yan asked, touching Long Chen's shoulder. "Ah! Brother Yang, do you believe that luck is part of my greatness?" Long Chen asked back with a smile. Yang Yan fell silent, not understanding what Long Chen was saying about luck. "Hahaha, I've truly been played by the heavens. But it's okay, this is much better than getting nothing from the heavens," Long Chen dropped his body to the ground with a smile and closed his eyes to enjoy the breeze blowing through the park.

Confirm. Just like that.

Cyril studied me with keen interest, though a trace of surprise and respect had appeared in his eyes. "But you still haven't told me how you know about those cards?" I smiled, glancing at him. "If I tell you the truth, will you believe me?" "Of course." Cyril arched a brow. I took a deep breath and revealed softly, "I was reborn with all my memories intact. This time, all I wanted was revenge." … Decades later, the legend of the lucky charm had long become a joke. Cyril had one hand around me as he pressed a kiss to my neck.

The case swung slightly ajar. Kael looked at the clasp on the floor. Then, at the open case, he saw a book. He picked up the book titled The Luck Bearers Vol. III, carefully opened it to the first page, and read the first line. The Luck Bearers are not mages. They are not warriors. They are not chosen by gods or blessed by divine hands. They are anomalies. Errors in the system. People around whom the laws of probability stop behaving, bending, warping, and rearranging in ways no one can predict, measure, or pull back under control.

Suddenly the air felt thick with electricity. I skidded to a halt a few yards away from where he landed. He was shining like a beacon, his whole body bathed in the most beautiful white light. Impossible! Fated Mates are a myth! I mentally screamed, but my feet moved me toward him of their own volition. There was no denying that none of the others seemed to sense the electricity that was thick between us or the light emitting from him. I couldn't stop my feet from moving me closer either even as my brain screamed that only Lycan really had destined mates, fated mates were a Fae story told to little girls. My hand reached up as if to touch him, but before it actually could I felt a pain in the