Switch Of Fate Novels & Stories

On August, week before senior year. The book was published. "The Switch: A Story of Identity, Manipulation, and Freedom" By Aria and Sage Chen. Small press, limited run. But it was ours. Our story, our words, our ending. We did one interview on local newspaper. "What do you want readers to take away?" the journalist asked. Sage answered: "That you can survive manipulation. That you can rebuild." I added: "That second chances are real. If you choose them." "What about Victoria Ashford? Have you heard from her since publication?"

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

He holds his hand up, "I'm aware, although it is amusing watching you attempt to explain, looking as though you're going to pass out from fear of retaliation." My expression drops, as I add, "how did you know?" He chuckles. That sound makes me feel foolish. He's Fate, of course he knows. He probably knows what I had for breakfast this morning, or lack there of, should I say. "I am willing to give the Moon Goddess some of her power, on two conditions. I'm sure you will be willing to accept, if you would like to go back to the way things were before," Fate says, trying to water down whatever was to come next. Anything will be tempting, at this point.

"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.

Closer to see the nameplate of the device: [Time Machine – Researching] Lina gave a wicked smile, but her parents' words made her pause for a moment: “ The time machine is being researched...” However, when she looked at the past life monitor, her parents' warning words immediately disappeared, replaced by: "If you want to cut off the predestined fate in this life, you must cut the predestined relationship from the previous life."

"They're trying to calculate my 'Self'. They’re trying to turn my choices into a predictable curve." "Don't let them," Leo said, his "Hollow" chest flaring with a defiant violet light. "Focus on the 'Noise'. Remember the Reverse-World. Remember the mess." The Battle for the Switchboard They entered the Central Hub, a cathedral of shifting probability. In the center sat the Prime Switch—the device that controlled the occlusion of the rifts. Standing in their way was a Vector, a towering entity of interlocking crystal planes that seemed to exist in three places at once.

" He snarled before calming down. "Crystals store their user's energy. It would be like touching my soul if someone else touched this." Lisa said, "Oh sorry," because she didn't know what else to say in response. "Aside from that, you're not human; you're Fate, and that alters everything." Lisa sighed and rolled her eyes. She sighed,"Here we are again." "So, what exactly is Fate?" She inquired, reasoning that in the worst-case scenario, she might be able to utilize some of this information to her advantage, especially if others were eager to kill her for it.

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

It was his sponsor and one of the three Fates, Intarsia. "Yo, Tarsi." Jinx greeted him with sarcastic enthusiasm. He wasn't super interested in talking to the Fate but sometimes it wasn't about what he wanted, but what the Universe decided he needed. He scrubbed his paws over his face one more time and leaned against the sink. "What's gone wrong now?"