Arthur Fates Novels & Stories

My mother-in-law questioned, unveiled contempt coating her words. " Even if he has to retire, don't you think the decision is a little too rash? Warrior Fords has served the pack for over twenty years, doesn't he deserve some recognition for the same? Besides, he is still my father-in-law." Rhys cut in, playing the saviour, and displeasure coursed through my veins. Now that his relationship with Amery had come to an unceremonious end, he wanted to salvage the situation by standing for my father.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm, then carefully put the paper away. I did not destroy it right away. Some curses did not break just because they were torn up. I needed someone who knew what they were doing. More importantly, I needed to figure out exactly what that thing was. I started digging through obscure forums and encrypted online communities. After hours of searching, I finally got in touch with someone. A retired occult practitioner with a reputation in certain circles. He stared at the triangular paper for a long time. His frown deepened, his expression turning serious.

He attempted to step away from it, but he couldn't because it kept on following him. Then I remembered what I had seen at the garden's entrance before we entered. Debitus constitutus promissio(Debt Establishment, promise.) It was written in block letters and a language I didn't know I could comprehend until now. No one was able to read it, not even Maya. Aiden had vowed, and he wouldn't escape from it until he fulfilled his wish or until he was dead. He clasped the sword, and his eyes bored into mine. “I'm sorry,” He muttered.

He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world, "I am a Stalza. And if you know about us," he said in a funny informing tone, "if you know then you would also know that we are anything but sweet and gullible people." He finished his little speech. She could not belive him at all. She was scared with sweat dripping off from her face and tears rolling down her cheeks. She was shuddering and he was busy in boasting about himself. "He is dangerous. They are dangerous." A sudden sense of urgency wrapped around her mind as she only had two options - Fight or Flight.

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin

I flipped through the first couple of pages and found the name, "Arthur Weston" Age: 28 Occupation: Photographer Personality: Forgetful, dedicated, shy. Interests: Photography, art, and animals. Dislikes: Loud noises, bad weather, social gatherings. Frequency: Approximately once a week Arthur is a photographer. He takes his work very seriously and will spend most of his day taking photographs. While intently focused on his work he gets easily distracted by anything that would make a good "subject," because of this he often forgets to eat or drink. At times, he can be a little blunt and awkward, but he is actually very friendly. He hates forced interactions though and avoids unnecessary conve

She said confidently. “You know, I believed you. I did believe that you loved my son, I gave you a chance to prove it to me. I guess I fell for one of your deceitful traps again.” What a joke. “I fell in love with him. Not the target, not the hybrid. Arthur. The boy who carries too much and still tries to stand between everyone he loves and the dark. I love him enough that I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep lying to him.” She claims.

Soundtrack: (Memories by Maroon5)🎵🎶 Three months later... The butler who stood at the entrance to the Bestman inc. Handed him his fur coat efficiently as he sighted his boss's son stepping out of the elevator with some of the company workers, they were all engulfed in their deep conversations that they didn't notice anyone else around.

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.

There wasn’t going to be a trail to follow since that traitorous Xaviar had flown off with her. I had barely finished skimming over the short document when Fredrick entered, his expression one of defeat. Miriam’s voice was still on a loop in my mind. I refused to give up hope, though the lack of leads was frustrating. Fredrick’s face told me that whatever I had remembered from Miriam’s book was offering more frustration. I looked at him and waited. “Aro.” He started. “The seer is dead.”