The Fates Hands Trilogy Novels & Stories

“Mother…you can’t leave. The pack will fail under me. The Fates told me I was to die young-” “The Fates are riddles darling. You are born to rule, why would the Moon Goddess rip you from your purpose?" "They just did it to Shadowlands and Rising Star, what's another death now…" placing my hands into a steeple. "So much death…the most for a generation." "The Fates have dual meanings, something you never expected will occur and you will realise you tortured yourself for nothing…as I have done for too many years.” “Mother…” I whispered and kissed her hand. I hoped she was correct. I had no right to hope the wisest Fate in the Northern Territories got it wrong but I must.

We all nod in silent agreement. Looking around the delivery room, I see all of us sharing an emotion that most of us have forgotten about since the Fated Plague took so many of our loved ones and changed all of our lives in such horrific ways. Hope. THE END Now you are probably wondering, "When is the next book?!" Book 3: Choosing Fate (Saph's Story)- Coming Winter of 2023 Consider engaging with me in places such as the Book of Faces and/or The Gram of Instant Gratification ;)

Hades found it adorable, to be honest, Proserpina was truly nothing but a little girl at heart playing house with the humans and he had been expecting she would have learned to let go of this childish nonsense on the day William Veil descends to the underworld, once the remaining attachment from her old life slips from her… but it seems another string to the realm of living had found its way, tangling itself to her hands–and this is the one thing Hades could not find it in him to cut off no matter how badly he was itching to rip this flimsy string apart himself before it crawls its way on his only heir’s throat and strangle her just as it had once done to his firstborn so many eons ago. Depe

"The one man up there is Robbie. He's the highest level mage in our chapter here. And the appointed representative." I glanced at the man. He was handsome, with his curly red hair and epic beard. In another life I could have seen myself with someone like him. Xander shifted in front of me, like he could hear my thoughts. Nope, I was happy where I was, thank you. "The women are Callie, Camelia, and Trisha. We call them the Fates. Their families are old society. Like, original Grimms. I think one of Trisha's ancestors survived the Salem Trials. Pre-Fall old society."

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

She must remain behind. I better forget about her. After our delivery, the Rig's leaders are more than gracious, and I discover Brian sipping sailors' swill in the mess with a number of the locals. Variously undressed beta ladies wander the room, with one in the corner bouncing on an alpha's cock. My body tells me that the full moon is still approaching despite the wolfsbane still being in my system, and my rut has only just been stifled. "Mr. Heston" Brian waves me over as he calls from the bar. His features are cracked by a grin, and his face is flushed from drinking. "Join me for a round with these fine gentlemen," he says.

Daniel and Scott were both present by now. “For forcing me to donate my blood and for killing my mother, you bastard.” “Sister,” Linda held my hand. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I know I am wrong. Please forgive me and come back to me.” I yelled. “You’re sick. A psycho.” “Mate,” I heard someone howl. Wait, do I have four mates? I turned around to see something amazing. Marcus was holding Janet’s hand. I could see how surprised Janet was. “Hey, who are you?” She screamed, afraid. “Why are you holding my hand?”

When we reach the grave from before, I stop and release his hand. It falls to his side. I stare at the grave and avoid his face. “You were right when you said I'm selfish.” I start. “I don't know how to trust. Until now, I've never even tried to, not really, I run away, hide and avoid everyone who tries to get close to me. But there is one thing I have always trusted and that is fate. These threads that I see. They never deceive me, they show truth, good and bad. They do nothing to spare my feelings because fate doesn't care about my feelings. There are times I wish I couldn't see them at all because what I see is so heartbreaking. But despite that, I really do trust them. Completely. I trus

Choice asked her sister Destiny who was busy writing the FATE MANUSCRIPT Destiny didn’t respond at all, which made Choice quite anxious. She snatched the FATE MANUSCRIPT, from her hands saying, “You can work on it later, sister. First you answer me.” Snatching the MANUSCRIPT back from her, Destiny glared at her, responding in a low inaudible tone, making Choice glued to her spot, “Whatever she would ask, is fated to wreak havoc in their lives.”

Waiting for everyone to leave, Marina now looks at the remaining debris of the house, she sits down on a tree that has fallen due to the rain storm, while looking at the burned house, she mutters: “ Is there such a coincidence in this world? A girl with the same name and face as me. And where is this? Cancal, a kingdom that I've never heard of, even when I went to school, the kingdom of Canal is not mentioned in the book. What about the other memory lines, the other girl too... Maybe... could that girl ever be my previous life? If not, how could there be such a coincidence?” A series of questions caused Marina to become confused, her head began to hurt again, her mood had become depressed. B