Romans & histoires Fate Light

"I already told you, you are nothing more than one of his dogs. A single thought from us decides your lives. So? You are going to be a widow now." She smugly surveyed my residence, as if inspecting property that already belonged to her. "Enjoy what you have while you can. It won’t last much longer. Luca has already sent people to reclaim everything under Marco’s name. There’s no helping it. Marco made a serious mistake, and the Boss won’t let him off. Just wait and starve." She stared into my eyes, trying to find regret or despair. Nevertheless, I only looked back at her coldly, my gaze calm and empty.

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

She awakened something far stronger, and even rarer- the gift of Fate. The gift of Fate is a rare gift, one that is hardly ever found in the kingdom of magic. Even ancient witches and wizards were not as scarce as the gift of Fate. Fate encapsulated time, space and people. It affected all entities, be it living or non-living, sentient or not. Fate is absolute. Ultimate. Final.

Current time: 8.14 p.m. “NYA!!!” BROOOOM!!!!!!!!!! By the time we arrive at the battle scene— the cat, summons a lightning strike from above at the snake. Actually, by summoning lightning… it’s more like turning bad-luck into misfortune— adding this horrible weather, she turns the snake’s bad luck into misfortune, thus, as lightning strikes, it would strike her. “E-Eek………………...!” Restia inadvertently shrieks from the lightning.

The blinding light was so powerful that the corrupted wolves hissed. Then, to our amazement, the glowing threads of the light surrounded us, activating golden lines settling between every warrior. I stared in shock. “What is that?” “Fate lines,” Sheila mumbled and Ceres nodded in agreement. Immediately, the glowing threads connected everyone: the wolves, the warriors, and even those standing on opposite sides. For a moment, even the Dark Leader looked nervous. ‘This is our chance,’ Ceres communicated to me in the mindlink. Thankfully, Zane understood what was to be done. Quickly, he stepped beside me, his hand tightening around his sword.

Her eyes moved across the group, keeping them all in rapt attention. "The time has come," Luna announced, her voice ringing across the clearing. "The path of fate is in motion." Ethan, Gabriel, and Amelia exchanged perplexed stares. What did this mean? Was the decision Ethan made the correct one? Luna extended her palm, and a shimmering light enveloped the three of them, linking their destiny in an unbreakable tie. "The three of you are now bound by the strands of fate. The decisions you make will define the future not only for yourself but for the whole pack."

the elderly woman nods. She pulls out a deck of tarot cards, spreading them out across the table. The golden tops to the cards reflect the light from above. The lights flicker and dim, offering them some privacy. With one snap of her fingers, the candles from around them suddenly ignite, providing them with a soft hue of light. “I must know if you are ready for this. You must be accepting an open of the results that will come out of tonight. Do you understand that fate and your mother are looking out for you? Will you accept the plan that they have set out for you?”

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

I ask cagily. Thalia scowled. “We don’t have on-site Fate’s. Our wonderful Luna Ruth has connections. We needed a Fate on this side of the border. Now we have one! Isn’t it wonderful! Now do I use this rope to make a lovely swing and forget about you down there?”