Romans & histoires Strings Of Fate

I'm just happy that people seem happy for us and I will always hold for this happiness. Fate brought us together unexpectedly. Fate played us bitterly. Fate has tested us endlessly. Fate has made us sacrificed separately, and fate brought us misery. But who would have thought that fate would bring us back together again? Maybe, that's how playful our fate is. That despite the challenges we experienced, here we are, still holding each other's hand, living with the love we have for each other. Axis and I started with the fake fiance and fiancee set-up, but things are different now. Things turned into reality now and I'm so happy that finally, Axis and I will be together and we'll work things o

She was just— expressionless. What surprises me the most is that I couldn’t tell what she’s thinking. “Welcome. I’ve been waiting.” Rumelia said to me. When I realised, she pointed her right forefinger at me. Then she simply swipes her finger from up to down for two times— it’s as if she’s trying to connect me to something. Something…? Crap. “Too late,” Rumelia told me. In an instant, a thread of string suddenly zips down from above, typing and wrapping my upper left arm. I tried to cut it with the sword, but it was stopped by more of her strings.

We shared the same color. Faith always showed me he loved me. We could work together and actually we matched. It was like he was my other half. But I remember the words Mother Goddess said the day we asked her about the name. “If you have the string of fate on you, it means Faith isn’t your destine partner, but that person.”

Kazeal said, taking a deep breath. “I can try,” I said. Kazeal nodded wearily. “Hey,” I gained his attention. “Hmm?” “People often like to represent the shackles of fate by a red string. But I used to believe the same, but not anymore. We are all bound by thorny vines of fate and it appears like a red string to the eyes because the vines are smeared with our blood. It’s ok to feel lost. I feel exactly the same right now. But none of this is our fault. I know you want to stop this war and I know why you don’t want me to get involved, but Kazeal, can we fight fate? Can we ever execute our plans the way we imagined?”

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.

If it weren't for the fact that she was releasing my ties, I wouldn't even be aware that she was there because she hardly makes any noise. I mumble, "Hello." "Cherry here". "Tell me your name". She takes a brief moment to reflect before continuing to unravel the rope's knots. "You may call me Two," she replies. It feels like a gut punch. Even their names are blank. Even that was appropriated from these omegas. "Who are you?" I ask. No response.

“You caught that did you?” He nodded but she didn’t reply at first. Her hand came up, touching something invisible in the air. I sat up straight, knowing exactly what she was looking at. She was seeing the strands of fate that connected us to our fated mates. “Sam, do you know about the strings of fate?” He scoffed. “Of course I know. Every wolf knows. It’s our connection to our mates.”

He collapsed to the ground, clutching the shattered shell, tears streaming freely down his face. His body trembled with sobs that tore from deep within, raw and uncontrollable. Clinging to the necklace, he held onto everything he had lost—my love, my gentleness, my all. His head bowed in sorrow, tears splashing onto the broken shell, his chest heaving with the weight of his anguish. That necklace had been my final token of affection for him, and now even that lay in ruins. Ethan wept, his cries echoing into the empty night as his world crumbled into dust.

I respond, doubtfully. “Kiara Brooks is recorded as a magic that is all at once completely unique and not at all. She is the representative of one of the three sisters of fate. Her record doesn’t state which sister.” “Sisters of fate?” I question. “Yeah, I think the most commonly known version is that in Greek myths, maiden, mother, crone, ones who make, measure and cut the strings that represent a person’s life. Those sisters.” He explains. Huhs, that doesn’t sound exactly like my magic, but strings of fate are a definite connection. Could I be one of these representatives?

My mind kept drifting back to the scroll hidden in the basement, to the runes I had drawn on the floor. I had found the scroll hidden among my grandmother's things after she died. It was ancient, written in a language that had taken me weeks to decipher. It spoke of the Fates—Abraxas, the Fate of Life; Kaius, the Fate of Death; and Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. The Fates ruled the universe, deciding the course of every life, every death, every destiny. The scroll claimed that one could summon a Fate and ask for a boon. But it came with a warning: to call on a Fate was to risk death. I didn't care about the risk. If I didn't do something, I would be exposed as a Shade during my first shift, and