Played By Fate Novels & Stories

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

However, recent interference with the flow of fate had reduced its accuracy. Without Draco Veinergy, Adrian worried about the future. Jac, a dark immortal who had betrayed humanity, did not believe in fate. Adrian asked, “Why don’t you believe in fate? Would you believe me if I said I can control fate? I’m the master of fate.” “Hahaha!” Jac laughed. “Now, I’m the fish on the chopping block, and you’re still trying to deceive me? What’s the point? You might be able to control my fate, but it only means you can control my life and death.”

Solid and sturdy, it felt as though his arm supported the heavy burdens that weighed on Tilla’s mind as they began to wander over her lips freely. “Do you think we truly choose who we are? Or are we all destined to fall into the roles fate has designed for us?” she asked. Her voice trailing off moderately as though it too was also lost, Luther thought for a moment. His mind no stranger to the torment of staving off the darker impulses of his other half, he pressed his lips together. Their usually full shape forming a solemn line, he provided her with a response, “I think fate is an excuse for us to choose a lesser path.” Having undoubtedly traveled down this path before, Luther’s brow furrow

"Name one person in this room Fate has assisted, given a better life. All it has done is harm each and every one of us. Is that retribution for crimes that were out of our control, or are we just being used as pawns to put on a show for our dear Goddess? Either way, it's wrong. If the Moon Goddess can take away immortality when her chosen no longer deserve it, we can take away the dealer when it becomes evident the deck is rigged." "No," Annalise declared, eyes darkening. "I can't stand by that. I won't see you destroy yourself and everyone around you the way our parents did." "You think that lowly of her, really?" Rudi scoffed. "You think Maise has the twisted, sadistic mindset to do what y

They chuckled. “I’m Atropos” the first fate introduced herself. “Clotho” second fate told her. “And I am Lachesis” the final fate said. Amelia nodded her head. “So am I dead?” “No, but you’re recovering…we brought here to congratulate you on your success” Clotho told her. Amelia smiled. “Thank you…I couldn’t have done it without you” They smiled back at her. “The other reason we brought you’re here is to know your decision” Atropos said to her.

my father explained, his voice filled with wisdom. "I know how you're feeling, son. I've been in your position before, though not under such dire circumstances. It was significant to me at the time. From my experience, I can tell you this: fate has its own way of unfolding events, Liam. I urge you to follow the natural course of your life and let go. Sophia is a gentle soul, and I wish she had better options, but right now, there's little you can do. None of us can," he advised his words resonating deeply within me. However, I couldn't bring myself to give up. I glanced at my mother, then at Harper, battling to hold back my tears.

"My point is there is no way of understanding fate. Wait. So your great idea is to gamble fates nonexistence? If it sound smart in your ears, then Bet." "We have two weeks' worth of rehearsals left. Day one starts tomorrow, the rest during and after. Like camp one week of catch up classes, entrance tests and finally the big competition pilling on our workload." As usual Toby reported his schedule which he already programmed on his phone. Please no one sane believes in fate anymore, somehow he desperately wanted to be wrong but what is faith in the universe? He does not consider himself an atheist against fate but his never seen the reason to even believe what made their nature, fate.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

“Then let’s end this before it ends us.” My stomach twisted. Fate Pack. I hadn’t heard that name in so long that it felt foreign on my skin, like an old scar someone suddenly pressed too hard. My pack.My curse. The place I had been sold from. I forced my lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Fate Pack, huh? Guess the universe has a sick sense of humor.” Adam didn’t look at me, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “It’s not humor. It’s destiny.”

“I can’t promise anything, my lord. His body is fighting, but his chances of survival are very low. Only the Moon Goddess can decide his fate now.” For a few moments, I couldn’t say anything. My mind went blank. I just stared at my father’s face, remembering the way he used to lead, the way he used to call me “son” with pride in his eyes. Now, he was just lying there, fragile and lifeless. I finally took a deep breath. “Alright. Do everything you can to keep him alive. No matter what it takes. I don’t care about the cost, just make sure he’s fine.” I said firmly.