Novel & Cerita Emiya Fate

Clotho POV It's been weeks since Tate and Channing had made their decision about Emiko. They had already found a way to get her to be human so she could be killed. We knew this, and were trying to figure out how two souls broke free of their string of destiny. This was something unheard of in our times as Fate. We were going through the books of the original Fate. I closed the last book I was reading and growled. "Oh my fucking gods." Atropos cursed with joy.

“I know my dear. I am so sorry I had to take them from you. It was their time my love.” Her words spinning in my head. Take them from from you. The words repeating over and over. I look up at the woman standing now about five feet from me, I drop to my knees at the realization of who she is. “You’re…” “You’re the…” Unable to form the words on my lips. “Yes my child, I am the moon goddess.” “Why.” It’s the only word I can get out. “WHY!” “My dear Emelia, it was the only way you could live. The fates decided it was their time. I am so sorry it was beyond me and my control.” I could feel her remorse. “How ever there is something that is in my control.”

As the sticks burned into the sand Emilia chanted in her ancient tongue and as she did the smell of burning wood changed to the aroma of fresh oranges, tangy and sweet. A mist appeared before them forming a shapeless body but the very distinct head of Fate who stared at them with cold pale eyes. "Mortal" Emilia bowed. "We…" "I know what you seek. What you both seek is dangerous yet possible and it will cost you" Octavius bowed "I am willing to bear the cost" Fate waved him off nonchalantly "You say that when you haven't even heard what it is I want," he paused to let that sink in. "Are you willing to give up this child of yours for your union?"

I swallowed hard and said, “What’s happening is that the goddesses screwed up. They trusted fate, but it perceived you and Peter as one. When my mother said I had three fated mates, she meant you and Peter as one, William and…” I swallowed hard again. Fenrir gripped my arms and said, “Who is the other one, Emma?” His voice was stern. I sighed and said, “Warren Foster.” Fenrir roared so loud I thought he would rip my head off. He walked away from me, shouting, “Have you seen him? Did you sleep with him, Emma? You’re mine! And I won’t share you with ANYONE ELSE!” He took one plate and threw it against the window, breaking it into a thousand pieces.

"I did eventually find her and mailed Ivar's letter to her. I went to her as well. I begged her to acknowledge me. She wouldn't even look at me. She said, 'I, Emilia Loch of Moonless Night, accept your rejection Leo Rosse whenever you utter the words. Let. Me. Go.' I was speechless. She walked away from me. That was ten years ago. I pray for her to return to me every day." Carson looked down. "You still love her. I'm sorry for your loss Beta." "I will love her until my heart stops beating and I return to the Goddess. Even then, I will love her from beyond. It's the mate bond. For most, it is a blessing of perfect happiness. For Emilia and I, it is a curse of absolute misery. I can't bear the

, he tilt his neck to look at me and I tilt my neck to look at him too. "Show them what a Vahemir can do. Remember Sasha. Remember how strong you were. Remember your training. Remember your family. Please remember me", he begs and I look away. "How can I remember?", I ask and pray he has an answer to it. "antiqua carmina et rituale. You enter the limbo at free will, maybe you will remember when you feel it is time to", Mateo smiles and his smile is so accommodating. "Why are you here?", I ask curiously.

BOOK II- SUMMARY Caitriona Desire/ also known from this book II as Properly your Rookie Girl! (BW-BWM/ black woman, black /white man) Twenty-six years later, when the innocent dark-skinned Nigerian lady, Yemisi Owolabi accidentally barges into young commander Angelo Dellucci's blind date, she instantly becomes his romantic heart target. With not much effort, she is taken as his wife for a big reason but good days never last for long, after being prowled by Angelo because of his grandfather and his father, Yemi learns what life is really about and becomes a true proper lady.

“No, he didn't. I want to believe what Damon said was just a sick joke to ruin the party.” Amanda’s gaze is unblinking. “What Damon announced to the guests tonight... it wasn't a drunken fabrication, Jade. It is the absolute, unvarnished truth,” she says flatly and my heart drops to my stomach. “Zayn is an illegitimate son. He is his father’s biological child, yes, but his mother was nothing more than a common girl from the outer districts. A mistress my son kept hidden away while his true-born family, his real wife, and his legitimate son were unaware of his sin.”

On her head was the beautiful crown, shining brightly, made with diamond and having the emblem of the Darkmoon pack. That was when it hit me fully. I didn’t need anyone to tell me who she was. Luna Eva. Aiden’s mother. The Luna of Darkmoon Pack. She looked at me with a side-smile, not warm, not kind, but sharp and filled with mockery. “What do you think you’re doing, little omega?” she asked. Her voice was soft yet heavy, slow but cutting. The kind of voice that made you feel small instantly. My whole body locked up. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even let out a breath. I was frozen and stiff just like I had been tied up.

Plus they both turned up and seem willing to talk, what more could I ask for? Collin is the one to answer. “I don’t know what you already know, but let me start from the basics. Myself, Adeline and this Kiara girl are representatives of the three fates. I guess the first thing you need to know is that the representatives are a reflection of the fate who chose them. Our role is to use our magic to make sure that people’s fates actually come to pass. In general that doesn’t actually require any action on our part. I’ve only been asked to intervene three times in my entire life, which has been quite long. I’m a Banshee so I age slowly. I’m currently one hundred and thirty-two years old. Really,