The Fates Hands Trilogy Novels & Stories

For all she knows she needs her head to be treated first. Natalie starts to walk towards the castle, wobbling in process. As she was close to it she notice a group of soldiers all line up and in the middle was a very handsome man. Natalie couldn't help but to stare at the guy as he was walking. Natalie unconsciously walks towards the man, making the soldiers look at her and tries to stop her as they takes out their swords and pointed to her direction. "Who are you and how do you dare to stand in front of the first Prince of Wales?"

I just don’t seem to understand her, she tells me that she doesn’t want me to touch her and now she’s the one willingly holding my hand. "Let go of my hand," I said "Where are you going?" She asked again "Let. Go. Of. My. Hand." I spoke out "Oh wow! You are shamelessly having pride, where are you going?" She yelled "Let go of my hand Noor, you don’t own me and you have no right to ask me where I’m going," I said; my voice very soft and calm "Where the hell are you going?" She yelled "Somewhere away from you," I told

It remembers things even when people forget. I placed her in it. She woke instantly. She cried, reaching for me, her little hands shaking as the water climbed her legs. The glowing threads appeared just as the book said they would—thin lines of light wrapped around her wrists and ankles, each one pulling her toward something she belonged to. The pack. The moon. Her bloodline. Her true parent. She was being pulled in every direction at once. Joey, it nearly broke me. She begged me to lift her out. She called me Mama through sobs that sounded like they were tearing her apart from the inside. I wanted to grab her, to end it, to let her keep everything she was born with.

No living thing will stand and live. I watch the witch as darkness swirls in the left arm before a shining orb materializes in her hand. She walks and whispers, nearing the dark orb in the palm of my father. I watch the droplets materialize and move from his palm and into the orb. The moon turned red again. She goes silent and looks up her eyes turning into different shades, and instantly stops.

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.

Or, at least, put up appearances. With just over fifteen-thousand residents, the majority of Six Fates Island was a walking museum, and it was his job to keep it that way, even on days like today when he'd rather crawl back in bed. Slip into dreamland. Wrap the long, caramel-colored hair that smelled like rosemary and sin around his hand. Kiss his mystery woman's full, lush mouth until she hummed in her throat. Watch those blue eyes cloud with a passion only he could pull from her.

They were entirely blind, their faces carved into deep, terrifying wrinkles, but resting in the palm of the center hag was a single, pulsing, and glowing crystal eyeball that illuminated the silver threads of destiny stretched between their gnarled fingers. The Three Fates. The supreme weavers of the cosmos. "Your thread is frayed, Ethan Voss," the left hag cackled horribly, her long yellow fingernail snapping a thin silver string. "It has been hardcoded into the stars since the dawn of the lineages–you are destined to fall on the obsidian plateau of the Forbidden Mountains. Your breath belongs to the soil now." "No," I growled fiercely, my spirit roaring as I took a step toward their altar

He breathed slowly to try to fight back the fire building up inside him as he felt the blade go through her skin. His eyes snapped open as Nicholas took his hand and quickly sliced through his palm. While the blood mixed together when Nicholas joined their hands, a glowing white sash wove its way around them. Nicholas smiled and raised his hands. “The Fates are happy with this union and pleased with their sacrifice of blood.” It seemed like such a ridiculous question that Daniel huffed out through his nose and grinned when Nicholas asked it. “Daniel, do you promise to love, protect and honor Rosemary? Forsaking all others. Faithful only to her and your children.”

1 Focus Winter. He doesn't love you. He is a jerk here. Slowly his hands start to play with my blouse thread, and all of a sudden, his warm hand touches my bareback. And I feel something in the pit of my stomach. This is so foreign feeling to me.

All she took notice of was her numbing body, joyful shrieks, and Owen’s gentle grasp of her weakening hand. The Midwife came forward with the bloody little life in her arms, a smile dotting her expression as she handed the baby to its father. Owen was a little tentative to let go of Lyn, but he took the child in his arms anyway, a moment before the Midwife’s hands flew to her own throat. With horror, the rest of the Nurses watched as the Midwife collapsed stiffly to the ground, her bloodstained hands withering to nothing before their very eyes. They all looked to Owen for help even as the Latter’s expressionless eyes were hooked on the bright, hazel ones of his child; a pair of lovely eyes s