Playing Fate Novels & Stories

In the final instant of my fall, I grabbed onto her, and the two of us fell to our deaths together. Then we were both reborn. In this life, we each made choices completely different from before. She got what she wanted, encountering the Mafia Boss's heir on a street riddled with gunfire and becoming his wife. I changed my own fate as well. Marco looked terrifying, but to be honest, I would rather marry him than spend even one more second near Luca. Vivian thought Luca was a gentle, considerate, perfect gentleman. Unbeknownst to her, marrying him was the true beginning of her nightmare.

Elder Rufus smiles, "Luna Sabina, you may continue." I have always heard of the next part from my father and tonight I was experiencing it. I watch the sliver of the knife shine under the moon. My mother is going to make a clean cut on my father's palm first before making a cut on my right hand palm. After that, our palms will join. My blood will be mixed with his and the transference will begin. I will feel the power of my ancestors infused in my blood.

Chad observed Sutton using the divination skills he had inherited from Seis. He discovered that Sutton indeed had the appearance of one with a short life. Changing one's fate was no easy task. According to the teachings in Divination of Cloth, a person's fate was fixed. To alter one's destiny, one had to seize another's fate, which could result in severe injury, disability, or even death. Thus, even though the chimera pill was nicknamed the Fate-Altering Pill, it could not genuinely change one's fate.

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.

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

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

I could tell that she was unsure how he would react, knowing that she’d been forced to keep shit from him. It surprised her when he kissed her temple and promised her that he wasn’t upset. Her shoulders relaxed as if he’d helped take off some of the weight that she was carrying around. “Fate is a complicated thing and something that affects everyone in different ways. Imagine a complicated game of Chess. Moves that appear to be inconsequential can actually cause a ripple effect that leads to winning or losing the game. Choices, decisions, and actions from us and others have led us to this point in time. Fate is known for its long game. As such, the game began generations ago. I knew that our

Fate walked towards Lucus with her Grecabulum in her hands as he stood on a road in Romania, looking at a dying cat "She has forgotten that she is an angel" Lucus looked at Vivian's Antabulam. "In that matter, she's just like you," Fate said. Lucus looked at her as she sat beside him. "I thought of them today, it pissed me off," Fate said "We are mere spectators. You shouldn't interfere anymore, Death"

she replied, forcing the words out evenly, “but I’d rather stand here shaking than crawl at your feet.” For a moment, neither moved. Predator and prey locked in a battle of will. Then his mouth twisted into a dangerous smile. “You won’t be standing for long.” The pain in her side throbbed, but she held his gaze, unbroken. And then something inside her cracked. It was a violent, splintering snap. Pain, fear, and betrayal shattering into something harder. It all twisted together and became something else entirely. FURY.

Now my Fated might be lost forever… I already know the name he’s going to say, and when he does, my undead heart shatters into a million fucking little pieces. “Katherine Décès.”