Sister Fate Novels & Stories

my father growls and walks to the wolf and slits his throat with a claw. I see my mother scream clutching her head, but the witch removes her cloak and whispers. The body of the dead wolf burns and disappears. My father and mother are looking at each other and they both scream as the witch forces the new reality in them before they embrace again like they were mates who had finally found each other. I gasp and look at the witch. "What did you show me?" "That was my sister, Tabitha. Foolish girl. Breaking a mating bond out of fear. She would have been powerful if she was not a coward."

"Of course you are. You're my favorite little princess." "Do you love me more than Danielle?" "I love both of you the same." Sophie tilted her head, thought about it carefully, then reluctantly accepted the answer. "Okay, fine. Danielle is my favourite sister, too." The family burst into laughter. As they passed the streets, an astrologer sitting behind a fortunetelling table raised his head. He stared intently at Sophie for a long time before suddenly calling out to the family. "Excuse me, sir, ma'am."

I turned. "Your sister was lucky to have you." The words hit me like a fist. I nodded, not trusting my voice, and walked out

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

I ask her. Her eyes widen, before she comports herself and brushes it off with a laugh. "Friend. My brother doesn't have any female friends, so having you here means you both are close. That's why I said you're basically like a sister to me," she explains. I nod in understanding. With the way she first said it, it sounded like there was something more to the meaning. But now she's explained it out, I see where she's coming from. And now that I think about it, that's probably what their father meant when he said Adam brought to me here for a reason. A part of me doesn't want to believe that, but I block that part out, choosing to believe my own delusion.

Running my fingers through my hair I fix the sisters with a glare. “What about the wolf?” Well, she’s not really a wolf considering she doesn’t have a wolf. Not that that matters at this moment. I just want to get this meeting over with so I can get back to Jamari. The three sisters give me a knowing smile as if they were able to hear my thoughts. But that’s not possible, right? I pull my mind out of my thoughts so I can focus on the women in front of me. Mythology has painted the three fates as three little old hags, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. All three sisters are beautiful to look at, tall and slender. It’s the missing eyeball that is creepy as hell.

“I did have a mate. It was Silas’ sister.” “You mean the sister that was taken by rogues?” He nodded solemnly. “Yeah. She had a power that allowed her to see the fate lines between people. People who were fated for each other. She could even break or forge bonds.” I stayed quiet. This was the most Nate spoke about Aelia in a long time. At least to anyone other than me or his wolf.

“Sister, I called her. She stared at me surprisingly. I loved you. “Don't call me your sister. I am never a sister to a bitch. She cried out, stay away from me. You took everything away from me. “I never did. We are family and I love you, sister. I said. “We loved you. Father finally broke his silence. I never hate you. I love you, as well as your sister, and about Aiden, he is never yours. He is not your mate, and you can never force him to love you, or claim you. Only your mate can claim and mark you. Aiden Mark on you will lead to your death since he is not your fated one. I don't want you to feel hostility toward your sister because of this, please. I am begging you, daughter.

’, Fabian broke into a plethora of praises for her. Argus’ eyes were glistening with tears of love and pride. ‘May the three Fates make your life happy and colorful, my sister’, he bowed down with a wide smile. But Lachesis, the middle one of the three Sisters Of Fate, had added more colors to their already variegated lives. The silence of the night with the rhythmic trotting of their horses was broken by loud cacophonic shouts and laughter from behind. Being the tallest of the three, Argus could see a group moving towards them with wild eyes, flames held high and swords were drawn. Wild laughter ringed the night sky.

The fake Lisa, my sister. Did i make a mistake by getting in fates way?