The Roundabout Way Of Fate Novels & Stories

I take a slice, fold it in half, and sit between Avon and Webster. Morgan taps the centre of the table with greasy fingers. “Five shared cards go here. Everyone uses them. Best five-card hand wins.” I nod. I think I’m keeping up. I repeat it in my head like a drill. Two in my hand, five on the table, but only five cards count in the end. So the trick is building the best five out of seven. That’s the maths. That’s the angle. O’Hara continues to deal as Morgan talks. “First betting round happens before anything hits the table. Then three cards are dealt. That’s the flop. Then another card, and then another one. Betting every time.”

“It was like he just vanished. No one seemed to know where he went. It seemed like he relocated without telling anybody.” My chest tightened as I stared at him. The only connection to my past had been my foster father. Why would he just disappear without giving a clue? “The worst part is that when I noticed that the rogues were beginning to reduce, I tried to capture some of them so that we could question them, but all of them disappeared. Right in front of my eyes.” Fred said, frustration laced in his voice. “Just like that?” I asked, horrified. “Yes,” Fred said, shaking his head. “Like they were never there. The fact that they were able to use magic is what keeps amazing me. Someone with p

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”

"The more you try to fight fate, the more it comes back to bite you in the back." "I disagree with that," I said sharply. The words came out more forcefully than I'd intended, but I didn't care. "I was murdered in my first life in cold blood. This second chance I have had... I have changed things. I have defied fate." Dayo shook her head again. "Fate is like energy. It cannot be created nor can it be destroyed. The wheel turns, but the wind, situation, and road will determine which direction and the speed at which it turns. You cannot defy fate. You can only pass it to another or push it forward."

You’d think more people would be hesitant to find their fated mates, considering what happened to the previous generation, but I guess the possibility of eternal love and happiness clouds peoples’ rationality. The last two months, Vinny’s pack, The Forza Nelle Tenebre, aka Forza Pack, and Dare’s pack, The Running River Pack, have taken turns hosting full moon runs. A bunch of my pack members have traveled to these events and about fifty of them found their fated mates within the other packs. Small fuckin’ world, right?

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Take, for instance, driving down a deserted road and finding a woman that was stuck and helpless pulled off on the side. At the time, I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be with whom I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.

Round and round it went, dizzying us with its movement. And so, right then and there Serene began her journey, never taking her eyes off the wheel of fate that could determine her destiny. And as if sympathizing with her, my stomach twisted as I realized the gravity of the situation. In my peripheral vision, I got to see with my side gaze that all eyes in the room were transfixed to the front with anticipation, as if their silently enjoying that the fate of their schoolmate was now in the hands of some fucking wheel.

My mind kept drifting back to the scroll hidden in the basement, to the runes I had drawn on the floor. I had found the scroll hidden among my grandmother's things after she died. It was ancient, written in a language that had taken me weeks to decipher. It spoke of the Fates—Abraxas, the Fate of Life; Kaius, the Fate of Death; and Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. The Fates ruled the universe, deciding the course of every life, every death, every destiny. The scroll claimed that one could summon a Fate and ask for a boon. But it came with a warning: to call on a Fate was to risk death. I didn't care about the risk. If I didn't do something, I would be exposed as a Shade during my first shift, and

“It means everything that happens in this world, is controlled by fate. Our meeting, our marriage, the divorce, later meeting again, the events that happened and even down to this very moment, It’s all being controlled by one single string. Fate. I don’t know about you, but I believe everything, had led to the very moment, in the future, where we are happy together, however that might not be the case,” Amara frowned. Was his drink more alcoholic than hers? Was that why he was speaking rubbish. “Tobias I don’t-“ Before she could finish, the waiter returned, carrying a sliver platter with a silver dome covering it. Once he placed it in front of her, Tobias smiled. “Fate will decide, either the

"But everything else became so hectic, I didn't get the chance to explain. I am sorry." "You know?" Astrid's chest tightens with anticipation. She didn't even realize she was worried about this until now. "I found it written in an old book after we returned to the palace that sometimes fate does not decide a course of a certain thing. It lets you do that and the future spreads into two roads that you could choose which one to walk on. That's why the shaman shows both stones. Yes and no are both true answers to the question." Loras explains. "So fate lets us choose if we are mates or not? How do we do that?"