What Lurks Between The Fates Novels & Stories

Chapter 7: The Invisible Threads The ethereal realm of fate seemed to tighten its grip, weaving an intricate web that drew Adrian and Seraphina inexorably closer with each passing moment. Despite their best efforts to maintain a distance, the mysterious pull between them intensified, its invisible threads weaving a tapestry of destiny that neither could fully comprehend nor resist.

It was a serious caution. The Fates broke the thread that was attached to so many other threads, because a thread is a symbol of life. Someone was going to die when a thread snapped. It was so vivid, so genuine, so menacing. It seemed like a sign that something negative was about to happen. The Shadows. Many people would perish as a result of being connected to someone.

"Who are you? What do you want with us?" A laugh echoes through the void, cold and mirthless. "I am the Weaver of Fates, little wolf. The architect of destinies. And you... you are my masterpiece." The swirling chaos coalesces, forming into a massive loom that stretches beyond the limits of comprehension. Countless threads of varying colors and textures weave together in intricate patterns, each one representing a life, a choice, a potential future.

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

Awe. I looked into the orb of fate hovering before me, and I saw both futures: one where all supernatural life burned into dust, leaving behind a peaceful, mortal world and one where every being was reborn, radiant and unrecognizable, gods in their own right. Peace, or evolution. Stability, or unknown chaos. Then, from the shadows, another figure emerged. Lena. She had hidden well cloaked in the folds of the ruined world, her power simmering beneath a veil of fear and ambition. Her eyes glinted with hunger as she stepped closer.

First, a short history lesson from the Lachesis monitors: {In the beginning was darkness. From it, light and life were born. Light was varied, free and unpredictable as embodied by the Spirits of Creation, the Storks. On the other hand, darkness was clean, still and barren as embodied by the Spirits of Destruction, the Ravens. {Between these two camps, a pact was made to govern the comings and goings of life into the mortal realm. The Fates, or the Wyrd Ones, arose upon the principle of three counter-balancing forces:

Before we get into the realm, we need to talk about the fates. The fates go by the names, Arantxa, Malfada and Ataturé, each having the respective role of creating the life of a mortal, Speaking good, bad and challenges into the life of the mortal and ending the mortal's life. These beings are seen as heavily ornamented females clothed in white gowns and jewelries of plain gold. Over to Abaddon the realm itself. Abaddon is a certified realm that is connected towards earth, serving as the realm of the fates. Possessing red clouds and an ugly and dead environment, it lives up to its name, "Abaddon" which translates to destruction.

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”

The sky started getting bright and it was dawn already. "I will stop you," Lucus said as he looked at his book. "What are you thinking, Death?" Fate said as she looked at him "Don't do something that you might regret." Lucus looked at her, his grey and his hair peach. Fate looked into his eyes "You are right, I am the end. So I'll decide who's end I will be" He said and disappeared among the black clouds. She stood watching the skylight grow brighter "Not good"

“I never met them.” “Jolie was right,” he says. “The Fates really are fucking twisted.” “What are The Fates?” “You don’t know…no, of course you don’t…they are the forces used by the Moon Goddess to shape events so we can fulfil our destinies, among other things.” “Like the Greek myths?” “Ours are real,” he says, staring at me with worry in his eyes, then just sighed. “Do you want to go upstairs and get cleaned up?”