Strings Of Fate Novels & Stories

You’d think more people would be hesitant to find their fated mates, considering what happened to the previous generation, but I guess the possibility of eternal love and happiness clouds peoples’ rationality. The last two months, Vinny’s pack, The Forza Nelle Tenebre, aka Forza Pack, and Dare’s pack, The Running River Pack, have taken turns hosting full moon runs. A bunch of my pack members have traveled to these events and about fifty of them found their fated mates within the other packs. Small fuckin’ world, right?

His eyes widened at the sight of the newly formed red string, and widened further as they traced the string to where it disappeared under a door. Click! The door swung open suddenly and standing before him was... Valentino. The other end of the string was tied to him. Was this fate's way of punishing him for wishing for things he could never have? By tying him to his best friend's older brother?!

Dante actually answered her, his tone surprisingly polite and relaxed as he stood close to my side, his arm wrapped securely around my shoulder. "You two have a very strong bond," a grandmother who grants them bracelets whispered, reaching under her counter and pulling out two simple, braided cords made of deep red and black thread. She reached out, tying one around my wrist and gesturing for Dante to hold out his hand so she could tie the matching one around his massive wrist. She patted our hands gently, promising it would keep them together forever. "The threads of fate are tricky, but these will ensure your hearts always find the way back to each other, no matter how far the world tries

The scent of sandal wool and strawberry was in the air, making our way to the dining area, all heads turned to us. “Welcome, we’ve been waiting.” Alice, Frank’s sister, smiled as she made her way towards us. “Xavier is back, I'm sure you’ll be shocked to see how much he has grown.’ she beamed with joy, pointing to the young man seated at the edge of the table, minding his business until he lifted his gaze and turned to me. I froze, my eyes widened as my purse fell from my hand, clattering to the floor. “Xavier, come say hello to your uncle and his fiance.” Alice said to him. That young man is the nephew? Wait! I fucked my fiance's nephew?

“I don’t.” He smiled. “No matter how you found out, you’re not leaving today.” He took out a rope and tied me up. Despair swallowed me whole. I cursed myself for being stupid. I had already been betrayed by Lily once in my previous life, yet I still trusted her again. Tears streamed down my face. Just as Jackson raised a knife and swung it toward me, Lily’s scream came from outside. The door was kicked open. Several people rushed in and restrained Jackson.

She looked like every thread she secured was tied to meaning. “The Lady of the Fate” unclear voices echoed. She was draped with robes of blackest knowledge and unrestrained might, the air around her trembling with potential magic. She nodded towards the loom, her movements practiced and fluid. "This," she pointed, her voice vibrating in the room, trembling with the power of the loom itself, "is the tapestry of fate." Dorian stepped closer, his eyes attracted to the pretty designs of the silver threads. He felt a thousand threads, each a life, a fate, crossing and receding in a pretty dance of cause and effect, of choice and outcome.

“But yes. They are like sports drinks. And tea.” Abertha relaxing helps me let go a little. Breathe a little deeper. I take a sip from my cup. It’s sweetened with honey. Just how I like it. “First off, it’s not Fate, it’s Fates. Plural. And they aren’t necessarily working together. You’ve got the sports drink Fate who is all about the results. Hydration by whatever means necessary. Pups, pups, pups. That’s all she cares about. But then there’s the tea Fates.”

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

My Mumma sank on the sofa sobbing while Daddy tried to console her. Mom sighed. "Now are you satisfied?" Zaheer looked at her. "Are you happy Mom?" He didn't say it angrily and neither rudely. "What do you mean happy? I'm upset because I won't be getting to hold my grandchildren before I die. How can you say that I'm happy?!" She said angrily. "Sultana ji, please don't be angry with our Sania. It isn't her fault. It was all fated for her." Mumma said.

If Malrik truly lost control once again… none of us would survive long enough to see another sunrise. I also couldn’t shake the fear off. Last night had been bizarre. The chains broke. They fucking snapped. The chains that had belonged to our forefathers, passed down to the brother who inherited the curse. They were stronger than anything I had ever known, forged with silver and the blue flame of an ancient dragon woven into every link. They had held for generations. And yet, they snapped right off the walls. A cold breeze swept past me, and my wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin. Hours passed, and then-