Fate Apocrypha Light Novels & Stories

Turning to Rima, his voice high enough to be heard by those standing near, “If my conclusions are right, Then the heart of light refers to one of them, a God, as it said unfading, which can either mean immortality or the creation energy, I strongly think that it refers to Historia, as she was the one who loved a human, while the other, The heart of mortal flesh, it must refer to a human, A Yoren!” “Why a Yoren of all people? this happened long before Historia and your father fell in love with each other.” “Because the next sentence is this: as light retreated to its shrine, and shadows of dissolution danced in the far edges, promising nothing but endless darkness, the sacred heart wept tears

And this was the first time he came back looking so refreshed. “Whom did you kill?” I asked as I made out the beads and stains of dried blood on his torso. “Just a bunch of rogues who thought they could take down a cursed three-hundred-year-old lycan on a full moon night.” Typical of him. He accepted a towel I handed to him, then wrapped it around his waist. He had specks of dirt all over his body, like always. But his eyes looked different. He looked… at peace. Lighter. Something warm trickled faintly into the bond between us. Not rage. Not agony… something softer. And somehow far more dangerous than the former.

Candlelight danced across the red-stained windows, glowing softly as thunder rumbled outside. In the middle of the hall stood a long black table, surrounded by old, tall chairs, each marked with ancient symbols. These chairs had stayed empty for many years. But tonight, all except one were filled. At the head of the table stood Sire Asher, the current master of Nightreign Clan. He did not speak right away. He didn’t need to. The elders knew why they were there. And when the final door sealed shut behind the last to arrive, Asher finally raised his gaze.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

“Excuse me?” “Why didn’t you go to him while he was alive? Why come to me two years later?” “Well… to be honest, I heard that you compensate—rather, that you apologize to his victims with money, and I thought…” “And you thought I’d offer you some gold as an apology?” “Y-yes.” “Don’t get confused, miss. Your forgiveness means nothing to me. I wasn’t the one who committed those vile acts—that was my dead brother, a former duke who wasn’t even deemed worthy of burial in the family crypt.”

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”

“You’ll ruin the surprise if you interrogate me like this.” Before she could protest again, he blindfolded her gently from behind. “Alan!” She gasped, “No cheating.” His voice was teasing near her ear. “Do you trust me?” Hazel sighed dramatically but nodded. A while later… Alan carefully removed the blindfold and Hazel blinked in surprise. The apartment terrace had been transformed completely. Soft fairy lights glowed around the railing, candles flickered against the evening breeze, and a beautifully set dinner table stood in the center. The city lights shimmered in the distance while soft music played quietly in the background.

“What can you tell us about Atropos?” I prompt. Well, she is usually considered to be the oldest of the fates. I’m not sure how anyone would know that kind of thing, but that’s what the stories I was told said. It doesn’t really matter anyway. So, as I said, Atropos is the fate who controls the manner in which someone dies and cuts the string that represents their lifespan. Basically if our fates represent the beginning and middle of life, Atropos represents the ending. I don’t really know exactly what abilities your Kiara has but it probably involves knowing how people will die. Maybe when? You would really need to ask her for the specifics.” Collin suggests. I tense up. I was so interested

Adrian would hear me and he will come, but that fucker better have Bree safe, I have a feeling my blood wont be able to heal her on this one as I too am infected. I don’t know how much time has passed but pry my eyes open and all I see are white lights, Then I hear beeping faintly coming from somewhere. I try and sit up but I cannot move, someone is holding me down. I open my eyes wider and as they adjust I see Adrian looking down at me with a crazed gleam in his eye, I have only ever seen that look once and I know Adrain is out for vengeance, But he will have to get in line because no one fucks with my mate and lives.

High above the cliffs, in the quiet sanctuary of the Citadel’s master tower, Agnes stirred in her sleep. She lay tangled in the heavy linen sheets, her head resting against Rhys’s broad, bare chest. Rhys was sound asleep, one massive arm wrapped securely around her waist, his deep, rhythmic breathing rising and falling in steady comfort. Over his sternum, the **Apex Core** glowed with a faint, peaceful violet light. Suddenly, Agnes’s right hand twitched. The uncut moonstone of the Starfall Fate-Ring flared with a sharp, icy blue spark—a cold, frantic pulse that shot straight through her nervous system.