Arthur Fates Novels & Stories

And that too shamelessly. But it didn’t matter to him at all. Because they may see but they couldn’t have him. He belonged to Benjamin.. Benjamin looked at the stage where Noah was introducing himself and his generals.. "I am Noah Gabriel . You all can call me Noah. I am your head hazer for this year and these are my four generals. We will begin our activities for this year Sotus. Your name tags, shirts and schedules will be provided tomorrow at 6am sharp. Anyone late will be punished and I don’t give a damn if it’s a girl or a boy. In Engineering, we all are the same.

I am about hit him when I am interrupted. "Elenor Miner! This is your last warning. I don't care if you are the future Luna of our pack or if you were the Moon Goddess herself. If you are in my classroom you will pay attention. You will be in my room for detention if it happens again." Mr. Arthur was known for being one of the coolest teachers ever until a few years ago. His mate died and he became lost without her. He's turned into a recluse and is rarely seen outside of school. There are rumors that he sometimes walks the borders or goes into the human town and drinks at their bars.

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.

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

But they aren’t really my fault. My responsibilities tend to go the wrong way, it’s not my doing. I breathe out, and look out the window. My thoughts drift back to Arthur. He’s the dream guy. He’s huge and tall. He’s handsome, smart, funny sometimes. He’s just everything. I shouldn’t be falling for a guy like him. My family wouldn’t be happy if they find out. “You didn’t tell dad about Arthur saving me, did you?” I nervously ask Luke, he tells Dad everything.

A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors. At the reign of king Ziba of Arisee (the notorious one) slaves were made of their brother clan, they haunted them like animals and subjected their entirety to the mines, farmyards, or the king's palace as workers. A free borne never had anything to do with a slave. It was a sacrilegious act to be seen with one, a taboo that the offense meant death or stigmatization from the rest of the clan. What will hap

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.

Aro The spell or whatever it was from Miriam’s book had backfired. The dark magic has strangled the seer to death. When I approached her parents, Arwan had given me a sympathetic look, while Fen had looked at me as if I’d grown two extra heads. She scolded me about non-spirit fae meddling with Dark magic if you could call it scolding. Her voice had a dream like quality that didn’t match the content of her words. Arwan was curious why I hadn’t come to them for help.

“Tea Fates?” Abertha is warming to her analogy. Her gray eyes start to dance like they do when she’s enjoying herself. “Uh-huh. Tea Fates are about the journey. Pups are great, but they’re interested in the bigger things—love and destiny and balance and justice. Destroying all sentient life and returning the world to its natural state. That kind of thing.” “Sounds like a mess.” “Oh, yes. It is. Look around. Obviously, the powers that be have to be working at cross purposes, right?”