The Fates Hands Trilogy: Book 1 The Spare นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It’s personal and not personal at the same time. Rowan thinks he’s better than me. Always has. When we were younger, he was the only alpha that mattered. Now, I’ll prove him wrong. Bloodfang has stood tall and mighty for too long. It’s time it crumbles.” “You’re crazy,” Sage spat. Xander only grins. “Yes, and it’s fun.” He moves close to Sage again, his hand not leaving his neck for a second. “And then you,” he whispers, low enough to make Sage shudder. “I will keep you alive, and then, you will belong to me. You will belong to Stonehaven. I will breed you like the bitch that you are.” Sage spits. “You wish.”

“Daughter of battle and bones. Your scars were never meant to be hidden. You were not made to carry life, but to awaken it.” I turned, heart pounding. “Who are you?” The stars flickered. “You will bleed not for destruction, but for healing. Your hands will break and bless.” The air grew thick around me.I felt something unfamiliar slip through my skin, down my spine, behind my ribs. “Wait – what does that mean?” I call out. “When the moon burns and the blood sings, you will know.” The meadow began to dissolve, turning to ash and Stardust. “Please… don't leave–”

My guarded eyes made them nervous, filling them with regret. They must have remembered the last time it rained—how they had fought over my umbrella, only to give it to Fiona. How I had torn my own umbrella apart in anger and walked into the downpour. How I had fallen ill afterward, burning with fever. Mom's hand trembled as she held the umbrella, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. We stood frozen in awkward tension.

On the day my parents file for bankruptcy, my adopted brother and fake heir, Oliver Bilson, is also diagnosed with leukemia. To earn enough money to pay his medical bills, I brave the snow and winds and continue working even on New Year's Eve. When I hand over the food delivery to the scion, Charlie Jetton, he suddenly knocks the cake over. "Why weren't you more careful when making the delivery?" he demands. "Don't you know that Mr. Bilson spent a million dollars to specifically order this cake for Olly?" I'm about to make a retort when I hear three voices that I'm intimately familiar with coming from within the warm villa. "It's okay. It's the thought that counts, Mom and Dad." The vo

I asked loudly but didn't get any response from him, so I just decided to read what was written on it. "Darkness, blood, and death will soon invade our world. Flamis, Glaciers, Baylans, and of all tribes are in danger. Only the Fated Savior can save us all! Born in a forbidden love but was blessed with four great guardians as protectors. We must find her!" I shifted my gaze back at Cool after reading the page containing their so-called 'prophecy'. "So, how does this explain everything?" I asked with a doubtful look. "Simple. You are the Fated Savior and I am one of your guardians. Do I need to tell more?" He answered with a cold expression.

A desperate, aching love that won’t let the other fall behind. May is our oddball little star. Seven going on seventy. She does everything by the book—except for the shoes. She despises them. Her stubborn bare feet slap against cold tile like they have something to prove, and no one bothers arguing anymore. Ryan is her shadow. Caden’s old habits reborn. Wherever May goes, Ryan follows, with that wide-eyed devotion boys reserve for girls who steal their whole world before they even understand it. The four of them—May, Baylee, Ryan, Caden—they orbit each other like moons refusing to fall.

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

When she got to the sitting area, she did a canceling spell on the book, and it fell off the ceiling into her hand without breaking a sweat. She made her way out of the house, wondering if she should tear the book or give it to Mandy. She decided to return it to its owner. It was not right to tear a book that had been lent to her. Clarissa went on her knees, placing the book between her legs, and she invoked more spells and enchantments. She wasn’t yet a pro in this stuff, but she knew a lot to make it work. After 5 trials with an error, with the book landing in different places, she finally got it back to her. In the skies, Mandy was written in purple.

Everything I had worked for and planned had vanished in a single moment. I had truly believed that this child would secure our family’s future and protect Aiden’s place as heir to the throne and also her place as Luna because I loved her so much because she was an Alpha. I had imagined holding my grandchild in my arms soon and imagined the joy it would bring to the pack. But Cassandra had ruined everything.

I'm still looking over my shoulder for Asher. He chuckles and takes my hand and squeezes softly. I really like it when he holds my hand. They are big and warm and secure... They are confident hands. Hands that seem to hold promises... He was just about to lean over and whisper something in my ear, but his ex and Jack showed up. They must not have taken the hint that Colt didn’t want to be around them because they followed us. Colt's smile immediately turned into a snarl. “What the hell do you want?” Colt demands.