Fates Hand Novels & Stories

“If I give you my hand, you can see if I am telling you the truth.” I eyed her warily as she reached her hand out to me across the table before taking it with my own. I closed my eyes as the visions began to cloud my vision. Her entire existence played out before me and I knew she had told me the truth. She was the goddess of the night, Nyx. I pulled my hand away, taking a deep breath as I opened my eyes, wondering what on earth a goddess would want with me. “But you already know, dear.” She smiled again. “If you saw everything, you already know that I have mated you with my first creation. He has lost many mates to time, but I think you may be the one to undo my brother’s magic and make him

I am sorry for not being there and for not being able to tell you anything. I was so happy when you called me dad. I was waiting for that day but unfortunately, I will not be there to see my little girl turn into a lady. I wish I will be there to correct my mistakes and make amendments but I just hope you will forgive me. You know, we all have roles to play in this life but we decided which role to play. we are all protagonist in our movie and also an antagonist to others. The first day I saw you, I knew that something great was coming but I couldn't place a hand on it.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

He could make the wolf purr in his hands. Noah was looking at the beautiful face cupped in his hands. He could never get enough looking into those dark black orbs. The rosy red lips. The pale white cheeks that would tint in pink when blushing. The arms that were looped around his shoulder for the support. He moved his hands down from his face to his shoulders, resting a bit at the side of his waist fisting it a bit before slipping his hands down at the shorts on his thighs. He pulled Benjamin to sit in his lap without going out of the pool.

“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.

Enough of her , let's discuss more about the fates. Aurora already knew about the fates and she knows they exist because she had a confirmation about their existence in her dreams, at first all she heard were stories about them while she was travelling around. Once she even tried to find a way to seek for their assistance to find her origin but then she got to learn you can't really seek them out. They're literally the creatures who spin the threads of human destiny. Their names are Clotho (Spinner), Lachesis (Allotter), and Atropos (Inflexible).

I ask as I stroke her chin. She breathes out a sigh and I see tears welling in her eyes, tears that she quickly swipes away. “What do you know about the Fates, Ruin?” I look at her, not liking where this is going. “They’re four sisters said to be more powerful and older than the Gods themselves. They work hand in hand with The Creators. Why do you ask? What did Halo tell you?” She tilts her head up toward the ceiling, and my hand drops to the side. I watch as she wrestles with the right words to say, then she peers back at me. “Apparently I am… one of those Fates. Halo called me The Spinner, the one who—”

Aiden said taking my hand in his. "It's nice to meet you." I finally managed to say after a few moments. She smiled even wider at me. "It's so wonderful to finally meet you my dear. Now I know you're human and your traditions are not the same as ours. I'm going to reveal to you in a moment the gender and everything of your child. It's kind of like a good luck thing." She said with a shrug. "Ok." I said feeling nervous. "Don't worry darling I've seen your child and everything already. Fates see all past present and future. You don't need to be nervous." She said placing one of my hands in hers. All I could think was it was easy for her to say that.

“My queen deserves her own throne.” I roll my eyes and take a seat. Leave it to Lucifer to make such a blatant statement. Of course, a large part of me feels giddy, but I don’t let him see it. Bree gives me a wide-eyed look and takes the seat beside my throne. Once everyone has been seated, Amara begins to talk. “So we’ve been working on finding a way to help you and your angel. As I reviewed the tomes, I found that the fates seemed to be mentioned as key figures in the prophecies, which is why I chose to focus on the fates rather than the prophecy.”

“This hasn’t happened. What is happening to me?” But the images kept flickering. Broken glass. Twisted metal. Aurora’s cold hand. It felt like memories. Except they weren’t his. But they felt like they were. His breath hitched. “I’m losing my mind—” Except he wasn’t. Because next to him, invisible and unseen, Fate sat in the passenger seat,her small form glowing faintly, her delicate fingers outstretched toward him. Her eyes were sad. Her voice… unheard by him, whispered,