Emiya Fate Novels & Stories

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically

“That's all you.” Ema watched them fondly before clearing her throat dramatically. “As adorable as this family moment is…” She pulled out a notepad from her handbag. “I've come prepared.” Alan blinked. “You brought a notepad?” “Of course.” Ema grinned proudly..“One page for girl names, one page for boy names.” Alan looked at the sleeping baby in his arms..“…You know she's already a girl, right?” Ema stared at him and a beat of silence passed and then Hazel burst into laughter.

Her cheeks were flushed a becoming shade of rose, and her eyes were downcast demurely as if in a daze at finding herself the center of attention. Emilia's simple robe seemed to glow with an inner radiance in the flickering moonlight, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves. The girl looked utterly ethereal. "Emilia," Meredith addressed the young woman in a tone that was almost gentle, different from the venom she had directed at the maid moments before. "Do you accept Dimitri as your fated mate? To remain faithful to him in body and soul until the end of your days? To accept his mark and his claim over you, to be reborn as one of our kind and stand at his side for all eternity?"

“Emily’s a Coyote princess. What she hates most is losing what she thinks belongs to her. If you compromise now, she’ll use it against you again and again. Do you really want to live forever under her thumb? Don’t worry—once the wedding pact deadline passes, she’ll come crawling back to you.” Her words seared through me like flame, burning away the last of my restraint. She was right. Emily was my Fate Mate. No matter how proud she acted, she would return. And when she did, I would give her everything—make her the most exalted Luna in the Pack. But then the news came. Her parents had begun preparing the wedding rites. She was truly going to Bond with that Bayport Warrior. My blood roared in

“She is doing what she thinks is right.” I glared at him. Harmless? “Jerk!” I cursed. Emilia was a fertility-obsessed dictator. One evening, she cornered me immediately after I returned from work. “Layla, have you considered fertility crystals?” I raised an eyebrow. “Crystals?” “Yes, they align your chakras,” Emilia explained. I shook my head. “This is insane.” Now I feel like a science experiment. Emilia glared. “You want to be a mother, don't you?”

Emilia's red lips curled into a smile. "Glad to see you made it even though you don't seem to like me very much." Faith ignored her statement and pulled out the seat opposite Emilia to seat down. The waiter approached and Faith requested a bottle of water. "I hope we can be friends because it seems we both share similar fates, we are both unlucky and can only be used by others." Emilia wore a small smile that didn't reflect in her eyes. Faith didn't know what she meant, but she bluntly disagreed.

I thought I was only reading a novel until I woke up inside it. I wake trapped in the body of Seraphina Vale, a noblewoman whose future I know. In the original story, I am destined to die by the order of Crown Prince Adrian Blackthorne, the man I am supposed to marry. Knowing what awaits me, I decide to change everything. I avoid the events that led to Seraphina’s downfall, determined to survive and find a way back to my own world. But everything changes when Adrian arrives earlier than he should and accuses me of trying to kill him. In his hand is a silver dagger engraved with my name. I know that dagger never existed in the story, and I realize someone is changing the plot. As

“It’s how we’re made as the descendants of the Goddess of Fate.” Her gaze held him in place. “As long as the River of Fate runs through us, things like you don’t get to claim us—or rewrite what we are.” The old records at the ruin made no mention of Medina being a descendant of the Goddess of Fate. Eira slipped in beside me mid-clash, so quietly I almost missed her. She went straight for the crystal, hands already working before I could fully register her there. She worked it with steady focus until it finally broke loose, and the pressure holding me snapped away with it.

She beamed like the sun itself, her hair dancing in the breeze, her white dress billowing like a sail. Her eyes sparkled like the stars, and that smile—it was the warmest light I had ever known, though I had taken it for granted until it was gone. “Wendy…” Her name caught in my throat, and a sudden warmth stung my eyes. She tilted her head, flashing me a puzzled smile. “What’s got you so lost in thought? Come on, hurry up!” My legs moved on their own, my heart racing like a drum. Am I reborn? I wondered, the thought both thrilling and terrifying. Have I really come back to that moment?

together as our eyes met. “Why are you looking at me?” I asked her. Emma walked toward me and grabbed my hand, then she closed her eyes. “Your child and Nolan’s child are connected by fate, and your destiny is to save the realms,” she told me and opened her eyes. I gave her a questioning look, having no idea what she meant. “What are you saying?” “Your child and the vampire king’s will save the world.” Nolan cleared his throat, gaining our attention. “What are you trying to say? How is my child supposed to fight Ian and save the world?” he demanded, his voice rising. “What the hell are you trying to say?” “Listen to me!” Emma shouted, and the room grew silent. She walked away from the