Emiya Fate Novels & Stories

“Your highness, what this means is that Emelda can be married to any one of the twins that survive the battle for the throne. She has already proven her loyalty to the crown.” “And what about the curse?” the chief priest was the one who answered Cyrus’s next question, “Yemanja’s curse cannot affect her granddaughter. Emelda is from Yemanja’s direct line so if she was to mate with Darius, she wouldn’t die. She could be Darius’s Luna and even bear children for him.” the chief priest replied.

she said, "you're always nagging and pointing out my fault." "You should be grateful for I'm doing so to keep you alive," answered Tobeyaz. He had enough of seeing dead bodies in the past years and he didn't want his family members to be among the victims. Lady Emia lifted her face and beamed. "I'm just too elated, cousin," she revealed. "I've been competing with others to get to this position and I must secure my spot by making sure no flies get near my fiancé." "Sure, but, do not overdo whatever you do."

“Well… I saw the fate of Renata but not all of it. Her soul is tied to two supernatural males but one bond is weak and barely there. She’s a hybrid with two beasts bonded to two different males. In her future, I saw darkness engulfing her with another man by her side–” Emilio’s menacing growl cut Sienna off. “She’s mine.” His possessive growl made my heart skip a beat. I preferred this Emilio to the one who likes to push me away... The Emilio who knew what he wanted and wanted to claim it was fucking hot.

“You fucked her. That little vampire… you’re laying claim, huh? Someone must not be very happy about that if she was poisoned in your own home–the very castle she’ll rule if you marry her.” “She has a name,” I grind out. “Faye. And yes, she’s mine, and whoever did this to her is going to pay in blood.” “Will you keep it down?” Emelda’s voice echoes down to us. She grips the banister, her body shielded by a muted red robe and silken nightgown beneath, but her hair is uncommonly loose and flowing over her shoulders and back in the thickest black waves. I often forget that Emelda is beautiful. I know how that sounds, but she’s one of my oldest friends, and I’ve never seen her as anything but th

”Your name makes you relevant,” he once said, she was a fool to have trusted a man who lies even about the weather. Emelia could only reminisce about the painful past and how he had fluent her all over the pack as his luna, they were fated mates but she loved him even before the mate bond activated on her 20th birthday. Oh, a union made in heaven was how she described their love. The only heir to the Zoral Linage, the most powerful all over the Snowfall pack and beyond. the most powerful after the ruling clan. Emelia closed her eyes, memories playing in her head like it all happened hours ago.

Yemima shook her head and replied, “No. I’ve never hated you. I only hate my fate.” She choked back her tears, looked at James, and said, “I’ve never hated you either, James. I just hate that I was not born in a peaceful era. Why did it have to be in a time when the humans and Dooms are in conflict?” Yemima looked at the two men with teary eyes. “I’m not clean anymore, Wyot. I’ve let you down. I’m sorry I couldn’t be your woman in this life. I hope in my next life, I can be yours.”

Upon receiving the news of my death, Sam collapsed onto the ground in a daze. He didn’t cry when his father scolded him or make a sound when he was beaten until his skin split open. Now, he covered his face, finally breaking down in tears. “You’re lying to me. Hazel isn’t dead.” Matteo was furious. “She was executed by Isla the day she betrayed you. Isla is far more suitable to be a mafia boss’s wife. Your son likes her, too. Now that Hazel is gone, you should marry Isla!”

“And don’t call her Gamma. Her status is in question. For now, she’s just Emma. Or prisoner No. 1.” The door shuts behind them. Silence falls. “Why let her go on like that?” Fiona asks, cheeks flushed with rage. “Because now we know,” I say calmly. “She’s just a jealous, bitter bitch.” “I’m glad you did,” Matt says, exhaling as he sinks into his seat. “Now I understand. Now I can handle it.” Before the calm can fully settle, a link crackles to life. Mummy. Daddy. More humans coming. From the east. Get ready. Let my wolves out—they can help. I love you.

“His body isn’t strong enough to recover on its own. We need his mate. She’s the only one who can help him recover quickly.” “His mate?” Jeremy asked with concern, and the doctor nodded. Jeremy quickly turned his gaze to the nervous looking Imelda, who looked so uneasy. “Isn’t Imelda his fated mate?” The people in the room, that included some of the pack elders, chorused. “Yes, she is his fated mate.” Imelda’s heart raced faster. She clutched her chest as she felt a sudden tightness on her chest due to fear. “I… I don’t feel too well. I’ve been feeling really sick lately. Is that going to work?”