Emiya Fate Novels & Stories

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?"

Emmy lifts her head up from my shoulder and takes my hands in hers. “I don’t hate Darius, Dye. I just never want you to be hurt by your mate- chosen or fated. And knowing that he has caused you pain, I can’t help but be worried for you. I know it’s not rational. He is your fated mate. The bond is designed for you both to love each other and take care of one another forever. I think a part of me is jealous of that too.” “You could find your fated mate too, Em,” Amy says in a tone so soft and gentle; I would have thought Saph or Pearl spoke. Emmy scoffs at Amy’s suggestion.

“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

The same gift he'd given me in the original timeline. "Thank you, Father," I whispered, genuine tears pricking my eyes. "It's beautiful." "She would have wanted you to have it on such an important day." He fastened the clasp at the back of my neck, his hands gentle. "Your mate ceremony... I hope you find happiness, Emilia. Real, lasting happiness." The irony was almost too much to bear. "Father," I said suddenly, "what if... what if something happened to my mate? What if someone tried to hurt him?"

While I still focused on the make ups, I insisted, “Well, it is nice to hear about the fact, but it is too sweet to be true. Plus, if Bastian is supposed to be my fated mate, why didn’t we meet earlier? At least, before I get engaged to Xavier.” After listening to my words, Emma left no words as she closed the mental connection. It seemed that she was pissed off because I almost argued with her for another time. However, it was a normal thing since she and I shared some different opinions about mate. Emma always told me about fated mate as a character that was dreamy and too good to be true. Then, I tended to consider it as a myth despite of the fact that I ever read it in some books at the

“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.

He disgraced our entire family that night by picking a random whore over his fated mate. I could never forgive him after that, I had been planning to leave for a very long time. The dark moon just made it easier than I thought it would’ve been. I went and sat on the homemade bench and began to formulate my next move. 'How could the moon goddess curse me with a demon spawn like Kya? She may not be her mother but she's the blood of a traitor. Your cruel moon goddess, plain cruel!' I thought as tears filled my eyes. Having my fated mate stand by me was a dream of mine, I did not want to be a disgrace like my father.

“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?