What Lurks Between The Fates Novels & Stories

A top-notch model with a seductive look and an incredibly beauty, yet, arrogant bitch. Robert looked at the calendar on his cell phone screen as he walked in and pressed a button under his desk. The secret chamber closed with a smooth swift. In an instant, a large display cabinet closed the existing space and transformed into an ordinary office. Today is Jojo's deadline of hunting and finding Snow's identity then signed a work contract with her. But until afternoon, there wasn't any news from him. Robert tapped his fingers impatiently on his desk. Jojo never been failing so far to find and hunt some fresh newcomers as junior talents for Fashion Blast before. So, this time..

The network repeated itself. "Observed probability pathways collapsing." The figure stepped forward immediately. "Cause?" The network answered. "Unknown." Of course, it was unknown. Luke was beginning to hate that word. The observatory windows darkened. Thousands of projected futures appeared across the glass. Different realities. Different possibilities. Then— One by one— They vanished. Entire futures blinking out. Not failing. Ending. As though something had crossed them off existence's list. The awakened network trembled. "Projected outcomes decreasing."

But despite the unease, a flicker of curiosity burned within me, driving me forward into the unknown. As we walked, the labyrinth seemed to twist and contort around us, its corridors winding ever deeper into the earth. Strange symbols adorned the walls, their meaning lost to time, and a sense of ancient power hummed in the air like a distant melody. "What is this place?" Alex asked, his voice echoing off the stone walls. The hooded figure paused, their gaze sweeping over the surrounding darkness. "This is where the threads of fate converge," they replied enigmatically. "Where past, present, and future intertwine."

Azrael’s brows furrowed, causing me to heave out a loud sigh. “Fine. Not nothing.” I leaned further into Malrik’s hold. His very presence was soothing. His arms tightened around me. . “I just felt… everything,” I explained in the best way that was not going to set them off. Azrael stepped closer, his hand reaching out to tug a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “The ruins?”I nodded. “It feels like there is something beneath them. Like something is alive and wanted me to have a little glimpse into what had happened during the purge.” His frown deepened before he looked around like he could spar with dead lycans.

The Fate, once written, holds an undeniable power over one's life. It becomes a destiny that cannot be escaped, no matter how desperately one tries. Luna had never envisioned herself being with Daniel, but the threads of fate were weaving their intricate pattern around her, drawing her closer to him. It seemed that history was determined to repeat itself, while Luna yearned to break free from the past life shadows.

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

At this time, Lina had returned home, she angrily went straight to her room when the sound of her parents talking caught her attention and stopped to listen even though her whole body was drenched. “ Baby, so we were right with that hypothesis, people have predestined fate and two people come together in this life because of the affection of their previous life.” “ That's right, now just need to verify with the device that the past life that you researched, our spiritual research can be said to be half successful.”

I clutched at my chest and felt the beating of my heart. "You are alive," Liv ran to me. "Liv?" I creased my face. "Sensus fatuor," she whispered, and my mind was linked to hers. "How are you using magic? What happened?" "We have a lot to discuss, but right now, you need to rest. Your wound has not healed." "Where is everyone?" "Dead," she looked down. "Tell me everything," I said. "We were attacked by hunters. Torgan hunters. They killed them all. I couldn't save them whilst trying to save you. Something happened to you and I could not sense your soul for the past two days."

“Let’s see which poor soul wandered into my lullaby.” I didn’t walk. I flowed in silent, moving with that unnatural grace I’d learned long ago from those who walk between heartbeats. My steps left no sound, no trace. Just wind and the whisper of teeth beneath skin. I found him near the base of an old tree. A man leaning against its bark like the forest was the only thing keeping him upright. He reeked of cheap liquor and loneliness. His shirt was half untucked, and his gaze wandered somewhere between the stars. I watched him for a moment. Just… watched. The rise and fall of his chest. The soft flutter of his pulse at his neck. How completely unaware he was that death stood just a few feet aw

“It’s not a blank book see” I hold up the book to show him the page I’m currently reading. He bursts out laughing. “Well it must be written in invisible ink because all I see is a blank book” I look up at Delilah confused as she all but runs to me. “Hmm curious. Faith can you really read that book?” “Yes it’s about the history of the three fates and a some what prophets it mentions the child of light, the moon goddess’s blessed and the dark knight” Both Destin and Delilah look at each other in shock.