Novel & Cerita What Lurks Between The Fates

The few demons who chose to bind themselves to other races have never had their brands placed on their chest. Power crackles through the air as a portal appears in the middle of the bedroom. I jump up, placing my body between Jamari and the threat. My body relaxes back on the mattress as the forms of the Fates solidifies before me. Fuck!

We were bound by something deeper, something that defied explanation, something that sent a cold shiver crawling down my spine. We were something beyond mortal comprehension. Something tethered to the abyss itself, lurking in the shadows of fate, waiting to consume us whole. Kin, bound by blood and destiny. A fate intertwined not just by love or the pull of the mate bond, but by something ancient, something dark—something that whispered in the marrow of my bones, waiting, watching, lurking just beyond the veil of my understanding. What force had bound us so completely? And at what cost?

“Does he hate me?” “What? No, of course not,” he says and I hear the rustle of his leather jacket. “I think you caught him off guard, dove; no one catches Death off guard. But that’s not something you have to worry about, you were put in our path for a reason.” I sigh. “Because the Four Fates are tied to the Horsemen. Yeah, I think I got that bit,” I say before leaning my head against the window. “But why do I feel like there’s more? Like there’s…something bigger coming?”

“Why is that? Aren’t they like Oracles or seers?” Lucifer shakes his head, “Actually, Fates are the few gods left in the Greek pantheon. When the Greeks and Roman Pantheons got too big for their britches, The Creator chose to put an end to their reign, leaving the three fates alive because he had use for them. Due to that, the fates can be a bit temperamental and suspicious.” “But one of them practically gave us an invitation to talk to her?” I ask, bewildered. Lucifer snickers, “Which is why we have to be wary, luv. If she invited us to speak to her, she most assuredly has ulterior motives.”

Firash was watching her closely, taking in every word as she went into a long explanation. “The Table of the Fates, of course you wouldn’t know, I just thought maybe you did since you seem to talk to them all the time. The Table of the Fates is a place where the Fates gather to determine the course of our futures. It’s a mythical place as far as we can tell, at least no one alive has ever been there. It’s fabled to be a stone table with twelve place settings, one for each Fate.” “There are twelve Fates?” Ellie asked, turning to frown at Amanda.

From this obscurity, a voice, neither male nor female, ancient and cold, echoed, "The dance has begun, guardians. The threads of fate intertwine. The chosen one will either be the realms' salvation... or its ultimate doom." The weight of the revelation, coupled with the foreboding message, hung heavily in the air. The guardians, united in purpose, now faced a conundrum that reached into the very heart of their group. The dance of fate had taken a twist they hadn't anticipated, setting the stage for events that would challenge the very fabric of their bond and the realms they vowed to protect.

They are carved into existence itself. I am allowed to reap. I am allowed to witness. I am not allowed to intervene. And I am absolutely not allowed to teach a mortal how to see beneath the weave. That kind of knowledge draws attention. That attention belongs to Fate. And Fate does not forgive trespass. Her thread vibrates faintly in my awareness, newly weighted. She is not marked for death. Not yet. But she is no longer untouched. She stands closer to the edge than she understands. The card registers the moment it changes, its presence shifting in the weave.

“Ridiculously. And just when I thought I could cover it through my father’s estate, we discovered the company’s financial director had embezzled billions and fled the country. It’s all gone.” Cybil stared at her. “I’m so sorry. That’s unimaginable.” Laya gave a broken laugh. “Isn’t it?” They sat in silence again, the chapel holding their pain like a sealed jar. But Cybil’s mind had begun to stir. She glanced at Laya again. Young, poised, intelligent, kind, unattached. Her heart gave a strange little jump. “I know this might sound absurd,” she said, her voice measured. “But do you believe in fate?”

“Why is it Fated One?” Rebecca explained, “The fates are the writhing gods of chaos and tricks. The fates like to play a game and bet with their so-called thread of life, yet none seems to know the thread of the Fated One, they made a bet that she would succumb to her destiny and change the fates of the world. However, they weren't all unfair, they gave her a mysterious weapon to aid her. The whip-sword." Lucinda held the container of the whip-sword away from herself as if she was holding a dangerous serpent.

The hall glittered with gold and glass, every detail screaming of status and power. Because tonight was not just my birthday— it was my engagement banquet with Caleb, the future Alpha. Yet the man who had promised me a “birthday gift”… never appeared. I stood at the edge of the hall, eyes locked on the doorway, waiting. Seven years of waiting. Seven years since my wolf had whispered the truth to me—that Caleb was my fated mate. I believed it. So much that I gave up everything. The three hundred million dollars my father left me—I poured it all into Caleb’s pack. Into his future. Into us.