Novel & Cerita Emiya Fate

Celeste whispered, “I don’t want power. I want peace.” Emilia laughed. “Peace is for fools.” “I love Damien.” The words made Emilia’s face freeze. She put the cup down hard. “That’s your weakness,” she said. “You must cut it out.” Celeste’s chest tightened. “He saved me. He saved Isla.” Emilia stepped forward. “And he will cost you everything. You can’t lead with love. You can only win with fear.” Celeste stood. “That’s not true.” “You think love will protect you? Look around. Where did love get us? Your father died for love. I disappeared for love. And now you’ll burn for love too—unless you let it go.”

“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."

“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.

"Enough playing. Who is Arabella?" Matilda hums thoughtfully, then turns to a stack of ancient books in the corner and pulls one from the pile. She places it on the book stand in the middle of the altar, and the pages flip open on their own. "There was a prophecy," she begins, "several years ago, about the alpha's son - Adam - and his destined mate. The daughter of Alexander, the overthrown alpha of the skyline pack, and Freya, the most powerful witch in all the seven packs."

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”