Emiya Fate Novels & Stories

What ever happened should be left in the past. It's a new beginning now and I got another chance to live, I want to spend it with my daughter. Door opened and Dante entered. He is so short tempered. He is always angry or annoyed or else he would be fucking someone. This man has only three moods. On the other hand my mind still replays the confrontation among me, Emilia and Dante. Emilia, the love of my life, the mother of Emma, faced undeserved hatred from my own cousin. I couldn't fathom Dante's bitterness towards her.

“Katreinair is my soul mate. she promised this stone will bring us back, I don't know how” “calm down Katty, I'll help” The lady smiled trying to cheer me up. “tell me about your gifts ” Emiliar regretted immediately that she had trusted this woman. She didn't expect that kind of question, in some way she was scared that the woman might some kind of informant . Maybe she's been set up. She imagined being stoned to death as a witch. Well, the new Emiliar isn't scared of any kind of death. If she can't find Katty, then Katty's dead and she doesn't have to live.

"Of course not, Grand Archontissa. I merely wonder if fate can be trusted when it comes to matters of the heart. After all, we've seen how easily such bonds can be manipulated." The reference to Yuna was unmistakable. Several court members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, the air growing thick with sudden anxiety. "Yuna created a false bond. There's no magic in Emmeline. No deception. Only the genuine thread that fate wove between her and my grandson." Eva's voice turned cold. The former queen finally turned to look at Emmeline directly and her stern expression softened almost imperceptibly.

Ever since the gathering, Daemonikai had said little beyond what was necessary in court. "Shit. How did that happen?” Ottai hissed, stealing glances at the grand king. “If he did not know she was a girl, how did they… how did they manage to spend her heat together?" Because no one meddles with those crazy bitches called fate. Vladya did not know all the details, but it seemed Daemonikai had met Emeriel under a different identity, not realizing who—or what—she truly was.

Her shoulders relax, and she gives me a grateful look. “Thank you. My name is Emlda. I am the Goddess of faes and magic, so I am also the Goddess of witches and warlocks.” People swallow when she says that. Milan and Ashless hurriedly stand to bow, but Emlda waves her hands. “That will not be necessary.” She says, looking at Ivy insead and sighing. Ivy in turn crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Goddess Emelda..” “Please, just Emelda. We are all family.” She answers with a small smile, tearing her eyes from her angry daughter. Ivy’s aura is building to something suffocating and dangerous. I sigh.

But amongst the chaos, Ariana could still feel her heartwarming as she stared into Emilio's eyes that continued to focus solely on her. Unmistakably, Emilio's eyes did show admiration and a sense of pure love that Ariana had never felt from anyone before. Because of her striking face in the slums, Ariana did often get declarations of love from many people. But out of all of them, no one has ever seemed as genuine as Emilio. Before, Ariana never believed in fate or anything like that. But since meeting Emilio, Ariana has secretly started to think whether her meeting with Emilio was indeed planned by fate.

She wouldn’t allow it. “That is a bit ambiguous,” Susanna murmured. “What in particular about dragons scares you?” “They are violent, vile creatures and I can not believe Fate would mate me to one,” Emilie said with a shudder as she stood and paced in the room. “I was supposed to have a kind, gentle man from Elail. I was supposed to be caught in my Hunt. Why is this my Fate?” She could smell him before she saw him, but she knew with one glance that he had heard her fears. His face was set in a stern glare as Firam opened the door and looked in at the women.

Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope. But that girl was gone, consumed by the flames that destroyed her family. With a quiet resolve, Emilia began her morning routine, each movement a testament to her unwavering dedication. She was no longer the victim; she was the phoenix rising from the ashes, forged in the fire of her own vengeance. Emilia's eyes locked onto the newspaper clipping on her dresser, the headline screaming "Blackwood Empire Expands: Marcus Blackwood Announces New Business Venture." A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she read the article, her mind racing with possibilities.

Vivian had been so consumed by jealousy that her eyes turned red as she stood among those seeing me off, muttering to herself over and over again, "I should've been the Boss's wife. If only I had met the heir first." Now that she had been given a second life, she could not wait to seize what she believed was her rightful happiness. What she did not know was that meeting Luca was not the beginning of happiness at all. It was the start of an even more terrifying nightmare.

“I don’t want power. I don’t want fear. I want someone with warmth. Someone who’ll see me, not just claim me. My mate has to have a heart, not one that’s locked away behind walls.” Rainey studied me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. Then she sighed and gave a small shrug. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe the Goddess won’t pair you with him. But still…” She glanced back toward the fire, where a ripple of voices rose louder, “…sometimes fate doesn’t ask what we want.” I felt the weight of her words press against me as I turned my gaze to the clearing, my stomach knotting tighter. Because deep down, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to find out what fate had in store for me.