Danmachi React To Fate Novels & Stories

"STOP!" The growl in the link makes them all bow lower. Some have their noses to the ground. I closed my eyes and searched for something other than the painful reality. I denied the obvious feeling. My father, mother and brothers were killed. Everyone was dead. I was the only one left alive by blood to be the alpha of Red Flames. The people in front of me were what is left of a once powerful pack in the East. I didn't have time to process anything because an arrow pierced through my heart. It could have been my grief imagining such a painful blow. I could not confirm as black dots formed in my vision. All I heard were howls before my body went to the ground.

She was caught off guard by this sudden development, but now perhaps she was aware of who she was sitting across. She was sweating profusely and her eyes were shaky. The things happening around her were no joke, everything was real. The man sitting across her. These men who seemed more like contracted killers. And also the bell boy, who held his knife with precision with an intention to get his job done. Every single thing happening around her was real, and she lost her control. A tear rolled down her cheek as she sat in between all the pointed weapons, and he sat across her with a smug and cunning look on his face.

“And Lucian… he will come for you again after this success.” “I know,” I whispered. “Then prepare for war,” Damon said softly. “Because this was only the first battle. But tonight… you won.” His words sank into my bones. I closed my eyes, the roar of blood in my ears mixing with the last echoes of applause. When I opened them again, the woman staring back from the polished steel of my breastplate reflection looked… unbreakable. Hope flickered in my chest – small, stubborn, and alive. I straightened my shoulders, inhaling the candle-laced gallery air.

And when it meant the most. I didn’t know how to feel about him. He affected me in ways that I thought were long gone. It was frustrating. I barely even knew him! “The mating bond doesn’t regard the amount of time you know someone, Aure,” said Seraphina. “Fate is the most important thing when it comes to such a strong force of nature.” “But we rejected each other. I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t be feeling this way anymore.” Still, I couldn’t deny her truth. Colt still had this strange hold on me, stirring up feelings that I couldn’t explain or control.

“As your mate.” “Yes.” Another pause. Longer this time. “And if I asked you to reconsider?” he said. I shook my head. “I won’t.” “Even after everything?” “Especially after everything,” I replied. “You’re rebuilding yourself. Your pack. Your future. And I am doing the same. We don’t need to be tied together because fate got bored.” Fate, of course, chose that moment to hum louder in my chest. I ignored it. Damien looked at me for a long moment, unreadable. Then he nodded once.

9 Years Later Baylee’s POV He roars, slamming his fist into the warrior’s face one final time before the guy collapses to the ground, unconscious. The crowd erupts, pushing toward the bookies to collect their winnings. Caden pauses to catch his breath, his chest heaving. But then his eyes lift—and lock onto mine. A rumbling growl vibrates from deep in his chest. “Aw crap, he’s going to kill us,” May mutters, grabbing my arm and yanking me back.

Finally, he turned back, his eyes sharp but calmer. “Then tell me,” he said, his voice steady. “How do you want to fight this war?” Rhian blinked, startled. “I’ll give you space,” Damon continued. “I’ll hold back my hand. But if you fall—” his tone hardened again, “—I will not let you be broken. Understand that, Rhian. I will watch. I will wait. But the moment I see them destroy you…” He leaned in close, his breath brushing her ear, “…I will burn them all to the ground.”

Damien and Cris stared at the empty space. Rage. Shock. Horror. MAELRIK wasn’t dead. Not defeated. Just gone. Leaving behind blood. Threats. And a future no one could see. Damien exhaled slowly, staring at the devastation. “Then when he returns,” he said quietly, “we’ll be stronger. Wiser.” Ready. Damien took a deep breath and then he knows. Some wars don’t end—they only learn how to wait.

"Look. We both know you like me. I don't dislike you either. But I am scared and you know why. I hope you will give me some time to open my heart only if you are still willing to umm … you know, hit on me. But if not and if you already chose to walk away, it would be fair to you. And I won't bother you. So.. Well.. Congrats once again and good night". Kane turned around to leave. "Kane". He turned to face Ming again. "I will make sure that I won't need anyone after you. I will wait for you. And thank you for the gift Kane". He winked. Kane cursed under his breath but his dimpled smile was not hidden from Ming. He knew it was tough but not impossible. He was already head over heels for Kane.

The entire battlefield seems to have shifted around this moment. Like everything is waiting to see how it ends. Damon steps forward again. Slower this time. Careful. Measured. But it’s different now. He’s not leading the fight anymore. He’s reacting to it. And he knows it. “You’ve changed the balance,” he says. “I didn’t change anything,” I reply. “I just stopped holding back.” Something in his expression tightens. Anger. Frustration. He attacks again. But this time I don’t meet him halfway.