The Book of Fates

Résumé du livre

"Fate is not written in stone, but in choices we cannot see."

When Aarav Malhotra discovers an ancient book in his grandfather’s attic, he uncovers a power beyond his darkest imaginings. The Andha-Pustak—written in ink that shifts like living shadow—holds the names of those destined to die. And the first entry is a stranger’s name… with today’s date.

Together with his friends—Meera, the intuitive healer; Kabir, the quick-witted protector; and Ishaan, the relentless scholar—Aarav races against time to alter fate. But every life they save twists destiny into something darker. Whispers of a masked cult, the Kaal-Mukha, slither from the book’s pages, and a chilling truth emerges:

The book is not just predicting the future—it’s testing them.

As the line between savior and destroyer blurs, Aarav must confront a question that will define their shattered world:

If you could rewrite fate…

…would you dare to read your own name?

A genre-blending masterpiece of Indian mythology and contemporary horror, The Book of Fates is Final Destination meets The Shadow of the Wind, steeped in the eerie mysticism of Varanasi’s ghats. Perfect for fans of:

Mythic horror (T. Kingfisher, The Devourers)

Time-bending fantasy (The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue)

Friendship-driven dark fantasy (Ninth House, A Deadly Education)

Praise for The Book of Fates:

"A haunting, lyrical descent into the cost of playing god—with prose sharp as a sacrificial blade."

"Merges the terror of inevitability with the beauty of human connection. Unputdownable."

Content Warnings: Psychological horror, existential themes, mild violence, and depictions of grief.

Why Readers Will Love It:

✔ Unforgettable characters—Aarav’s group feels like your friends by the end.

✔ Atmospheric dread—Varanasi’s ghats and forgotten temples come alive.

✔ Mythology reimagined—Ancient Indian lore meets fresh, modern terror.

✔ Twists that linger—Like ink stains on the soul.

Final Hook:

Five minutes before Raghav Menon’s death, the book wrote his name in blood—not ink. By the time Aarav found it, the letters were already dry, flaking like old skin. The next page whispered:

Turn me.

Or watch him die.

Available now. Dare to open the book?