The Fates Hands Trilogy Novels & Stories

“I felt you. Even before the scent hit me.” “Like a piece of me woke up the moment you were near.” “I don’t even know your name… but the way my soul reached for you.” “What have you done to me?” A bitter wind pulled at him, biting his skin and stealing what little warmth remained. “Was it too much?” he asked quietly. “Too soon? Or did I already fail you before I even began?” He looked down at his hands. The hands meant to protect, to hold but now it’s empty.

Kane was about to say something but Ming held his hand, subtly stopping him. The four scary hazers were standing with arms crossed, as in daring, challenging anyone to meddle in between. "Hello. I am Noah Gabriel . And I am holding the hands of the most beautiful and handsome person in the world, at least in my world. Guys. He is Benjamin Brian. I don't know what his identity was before, and I don't want to listen too. But today I want to say that from now on you only need to remember that, he is My Benjamin. Noah's Benjamin. The light in my life. So hands and eyes off this man because he is my boyfriend". He declared with so much love yet with an authority stating his claim.

It reached. Cold ran up my arm like a fuse lit backward. My fingers went numb, then my wrist, then the white cord there burned so hot I thought it might brand the bone. The Mirror’s night rolled over my hand, trying to take the thread itself—trying to eat the knot, to swallow the symbol of us so it could spit me back out unmoored. “No,” I said, not loud but large, and shoved my burning wrist into Tristan’s palm. He didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his hand over the cord and bared his teeth at a god.

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.

“We have to stay, even if we feel like we’re going to die. The bond is strong…our bond is stronger than the hate we’ll have for each other. We can overcome everything.” “What if we…” I started running down scenarios, trying to find alternatives, trying to find ways that didn’t end up with Sebastian dead, and with Troy and me hating each other so much that we’d destroy each other in the process. “No,” Troy said. “Stop. There is no way. The Fates showed me every possible path. They all lead to the same end.”

It's created by the swing of Dómr's claw. I knew they are training, but I didn't imagine it'd be a direct 1 vs 6 brawl. It's Dómr against Forsjá, Felix, Pearl, Asha, Fortuna, and Fylgja. “Fallið aftur, ljón!” (Fall back, lion!) Asha is guiding the flow of the battle by giving commands. Fylgja, the weakest of them, was injured by one of Dómr's ice crystal magic. Forsjá immediately pulled her back to take cover at their battle formation, healing Fylgja's wounds with her magic.

All tall, dark and stupidly handsome, like he’d just walked out of some fantasy novel instead of a wrecked sports car. I slammed my locker shut a little harder than necessary. “Stop it, Freya,” I muttered to myself. So what if his smile made my stomach do a silly little flip? So what if his blue eyes seemed to see right through the walls I’d spent years building? He was still a Ramsey. I could still see him as a boy, his face in that hateful crowd, his voice… I shook my head, trying to dislodge the bitter memory. It was no use. He was the future Alpha. I was the traitor’s daughter. Our worlds were oil and water. They didn’t mix.

He made a move for my hand. Something inside of me stirred as our fingers connected. An emotion. One of the memories. Every life we have already led. The previous cycles. Our lost love. The fights we had engaged in. All of them remained within us. Energy surged through my veins, and I gasped. Damon's hold became more firm. He sensed it, too. Aetherion called forth golden light with his raised palm. "Fate is unavoidable." Damon took a step forward. "Observe us."

“Faster!” “You know how seers are,” Tristan answered. “They speak in riddles, nothing of what they say of the future is clear until the moment to do anything about it has passed.” “Except when it comes to the children of the gods,” the warrior answered. “The warrior princess’s fate is uncertain. As is yours, Firehand.” Tristan laughed. “Then how this fight ends may be a surprise to you and the gods alike. Although I suppose not.” A scream pierced my ears, and I whirled in time to observe a warrior clutching a burnt hole in his chest slump backward off the cliff, Tristan ’s axe already smashing with the weapon of the next.

His lips moved with a tenderness that spoke louder than words ever could. When we finally pulled apart, his hand trailed down my arm, lingering on my wrist where his thumb circled lazily over my pulse. “You know what tomorrow means.” he murmured, his voice rough around the edges. “Once the rites are completed, you’ll be bound to me in every way. No more hiding. No more fear.” He stated with the same smile that had been sitting on his lips for a while now. I nodded, my heart swelling and twisting at once. “I know and I want it.”