Novel & Cerita Emiya Fate

After a while, he began to control his powerful aura, which made the triplet's pups whimper in panic. “Leo, they are not to be blamed for the spirits that now join each one of us. We must work together to reach our peace,” as I reminded my mate of this, Emily added, “She is right. We are not kings and queens anymore but gods and goddesses. I can see the present state of everything; it is why I can read what my sisters have written around them, Emilia is the past to which she can work with the sanity of our mate better, and Emmy can see the future that’s not foreseen, we have the power of fate.” Emilia spoke next to her sister's words, “and that pond is were we will be able to pair the mates

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?"

"You two deserve each other. Two broken, nameless nobodies trying to pretend you belong in high society. But the blood doesn't lie, Zayn. You can wear the tailored suits, you can sleep in our mansion, but at the end of the day, you will always be the bastard son of a whore. And I will burn the entire corporate empire to ash before I let an illegitimate child rule over me.” “That is enough!” grandmother shrieks. She is shaking. Her face is tear-streaked, but the look in her eyes is a mixture of rage and profound guilt. “Damon, don’t forget you brought this upon yourself.” Damon’s brows knit in confusion. “What do you mean by that?” “You are not fit to lead the company with a heart as black as

SERAPHINE’S POV “Mum, I’m already twenty. I will soon be given a mate by the moon goddess. Why can’t you wait till then? Why must I be given out in marriage to a man I barely know?” I cried angrily. They hate me. I knew they did. I know not everyone likes my family but they didn’t have to give out their only daughter like this. “What do you mean to a man you barely know? He is the Alpha. You don’t know the Alpha?” my dad scorned.

“Elias was so close to getting justice for his father. For us. And then you walked into that house and you–“ She stops abruptly. The crying reorganizes itself into something colder. “You made him soft. You made him forget what we were owed. He was almost there and then he chose you and we got nothing. After everything. After all these years, we got nothing because of you!” “I didn’t know,” I tell her. “I swear I didn’t know who he was or why he was there.” I try to use the opportunity to gently and subtly pry myself away from underneath her but suddenly Emilia seems to get herself back and locks her fingers onto my throat. “Fate brought you to this door,” she says, and her voice has changed

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.

“Ah, but you pride yourself on not being like me. You’re the next generation. You always told your mother that you were going to be better than me. You wouldn’t want to fail your mother, would you? Although, you’ve already failed because you fell for the daughter of the whore that ruined your parent’s marriage.” I thought of Emmilia. I hadn’t noticed that there was a resemblance between her and Maria. But I did remember thinking that there was something that was familiar. “Emmilia Vitore is the love of my life. She’s the mother of my child. I don’t care where she comes from.” “And you won’t kill her mother? The way that you said?”

I respond, doubtfully. “Kiara Brooks is recorded as a magic that is all at once completely unique and not at all. She is the representative of one of the three sisters of fate. Her record doesn’t state which sister.” “Sisters of fate?” I question. “Yeah, I think the most commonly known version is that in Greek myths, maiden, mother, crone, ones who make, measure and cut the strings that represent a person’s life. Those sisters.” He explains. Huhs, that doesn’t sound exactly like my magic, but strings of fate are a definite connection. Could I be one of these representatives?