Twist Of Fate Novels & Stories

“Letting him meet her is pre-destined, as him knowing the half of the whole and the truth is his fate. He knows where he stands, as he knows who he is. To save the maiden, he needed to play multiple games as he needed to make his own. Now as he found his perfect knight, the deal with the two of ‘His’ dolls is the only left thing in the grand puzzle of things. Now as I said it before, no matter what they will choose, I will still have the winning ticket.” Confident and have everything in his way and a very written play of things. The cog is slowly placed unto its rightful places as he ended that conversation with a smile and words. “Now, now, now. Let’s see what action will be playing right n

She was scared, and she couldn’t hide it anymore. In that moment of weakness, the figure moved faster than light and grabbed Clarissa by the wrist. Clarissa struggled to free herself from her, but she couldn’t. It was stronger than her. “Let go of me,” she cried. “I won’t. I am here to show you your future. I want to warn you of what is to happen. You must prepare your mind, or try to fight against it. Everything you love will be taken away from you if you don’t learn to fight for the truth, and how to balance your emotions,” her replica said calmly.

"Look at the Wind Kryst you're so underestimating." By this time, Zabdiel's been surrounded by his own tornado as his body was picked up from the ground. His opponent had conjure an earth-like fist from under Zabdiel but he was able to evade it. Zabdiel suddenly shot towards the Earth Kryst. The latter was too slow to react. "I don't think you understand the power of the elements," Chloe said. And with a small voice that no one could hear, she added, "It all depends on the Fates."

~ Deception can only (exist) last for so long ~ Tied by Fate Destined to fall many eons ago Only to repeat once more, leaving an uneasy land and it's shadow to wallow in despair. One born from a thief One who's lineage was stolen from birth Conflicted souls that would always cross the other's path Star-Crossed Souls whose paths were now twisted through deceitful hands Only one thing can declare the outcome One cannot survive without the other Only when the thief falls shall peace reign once more

I immediately whirled in time for it not to hit me, the driver just sped off, dick! I fixed my earphones and tucked my phone in my pocket, I have a thing with cars for sure. Just as I thought about that, Siyabonga popped in my mind, I groaned as I thought how we had met, how he almost ran me over and now some dick didn't even stop to see if I was okay, at least he had stopped. Maybe it was fate but why hasn't he called if it's fate. I remembered him asking me if I believed in Fate.

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

“And you’re going to tell me who it is, aren’t you?” His Adam’s apple bobbed again. “F-Fusion…Alliance.” Sighing, I nodded and smiled. “See. Was that so hard? You had to go through all that fuss for a little name. But I told you it would be the last question. I’m good on my word.” Stepping back, I snapped my fingers making him jerk. “You know. I forgot something.” Digging around in my pocket, I rolled a coin through my fingers. “It’s a stupid habit. I know. It’s just…how can I stop? What if it stops you from making your way across and you get stuck? We can’t have that, now can we?”

Smiling, I tilted my head and looked at Zydan as I slid my hand down his arm and linked my fingers through his. Although our current situation has settled, our story is only getting started now. This time around, I was looking forward to what fate had in store for us. With a smile, I rested my head and looked at the road ahead. Like the road, there will be many more twists and turns in our future. At least now, we both knew that we had each other no matter what was in store for us.

The God of fate stated as he stood up straight and walked forward. I narrowed my eyes because that had to be the most unhelpful tip. The God of fate walked forward and held something out to me with his cloaked arm. I looked at the gold coin and back up at him. Without much thought I put my hand out and opened it up. He dropped the coin in my hand ad what looked like a small smirk slowly formed. "See, he's already learning. To do what's right will make Mazayas fate have to switch paths. If you do that until there are no more paths than fate will no longer be." He stated with a small smirk.

I say. Fate’s gaze snaps back to me. “Then what is?” I meet his eyes. “Weight.” The word settles like gravity. Fate stiffens. “He acted.” “Yes,” I agree. “And he carried the cost.” Silence hums between us. “He has not yet outweighed.” The realization moves through Fate like a blade. “You mean,” he begins. “Yes,” I say. “He has altered outcomes, but he absorbed the imbalance himself instead of releasing it into the world. The scales remain level for now. The Weave has no justification to bind him.”