Fate/apocrypha Ruler Novels & Stories

The only ones that saw death were Valentine’s supporters and most of their corpse were even spat on by those who scorned Isabella’s words now grew actual remorse. Now, a battle cry originated from one warlock that from that moment, called out their new ruler. “Isabella! Isabella!...” He began, as everyone else were stricken. In their confusion, they followed through to proclaiming their new ruler. “Here - is your new ruler! The high priestess of the warlock community!” The high mage proclaimed aloud. He then turned to Audrey’s sole hearing and muttered a whisper. “What ever happened to my advisor?” He asked.

She is his heart ruler, who loves him unconditionally and showed him the purest form of love and affection that he tends to let her rule his heart with all the pride and respect for the love he has for her. The End.

Lina stopped to look at the woman in front of her, and after a while, she discovered a familiar face: “ Mom?” “Yes, I am your mother.” Lina began to regain her senses, she was transported back to her previous life. In her previous life, she and her parents were inherently destined for each other, so in the next life, they are also her parents. What is more surprising is that in the past life, the Pappas family was of a powerful royal lineage and was destined to marry Prince Alex.

"Julia, right? A fine girl indeed. Come spend more time with this old man when you have the chance." Just like that, the position was passed to Marco. Only later did I learn the truth. Marco was the Boss’s illegitimate son. After his mother died, the Boss had wanted him to return and acknowledge his lineage, but he refused. He relied on himself, climbing step by step to the position of Caporegime. Now that the Boss’s legitimate son had committed such selfish acts, Luca was no longer worthy of being the Family’s heir. When Luca and Vivian were driven out of the territory, both of them were stunned.

I wished silently. Lot number after lot number, each time slot was being worked through quickly and efficiently. We were almost into the forties now. I had noticed that the first lot of every ten were supposed to be like, "prized" items. Lot one had been the young werewolf girl, lot ten had been a pregnant human whose baby would be half wizard. Lot twenty had been a full blooded wizard. Lot thirty, a fawn. Rare to come across in the wild, even more rare to catch one. The young girl, who looked to be around my age, after being brought out onto the stage, led by an absolute terror of a man, only had bloody nubs on the top of her head where her antlers should have been. They looked like they'd

And the Great Mother dance could only mean one thing… “Great werewolves of New Crystal Pack, the words of our ancestors delight in sending us the child of the prophecy. She shall be an Alpha female ruler; identified by emerald eyes.” The prophecy was short and sudden. But believable and cheered the hearts of men. The Oracle was higher than an Alpha king or constitutional law and prophecy. With the decree about an Alpha female ruler; there shall be no opposition to subsequent female rulers. I was glad for Zara. Her baby will achieve what she couldn’t achieve. Her pregnancy served a purpose. One that will be remembered for a lifetime. A legacy. I relaxed a bit knowing that would mean Zara woul

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

I smiled and shook my head at their familiar, stubborn bickering. "Now, you are officially our Matriarch, Aurelia," Uncle Elias said, his voice echoing through the corridor as he turned to the assembled vanguard. "Everyone, pay homage to our new leader!" In an instant, every elite officer present snapped to attention, executing a crisp, unified salute. "Welcome, Matriarch!" they shouted in unison, bowing deeply before me. A surge of intense power flowed through my veins—a profound realization of the absolute power resting firmly in my hands. In my past life, I was a victim of fate. In this life, I was the sovereign ruler who decided the destiny of my empire.

I was going through the dated incidents of Rogues in the Reigns during the rule of past kings and I marveled at the diversity of the Rogue form that had been reported back then. And my mum was, past Rulers had fewer Rogue incidents— because they were males and considered mighty. In fact, it had never been recorded for Rogues to storm the Palace during any past Ruler’s Reign, but I just broke that trend today. So, this meant I was still considered a weak Ruler. This meant that more threats were still to come. This meant that I would never know the feeling of Reignile Harmony. — not until I get myself a husband or a mate to become the Lord Alpha, and stand as the male they would all fear.

Ashriel stood in front, where everyone could see her properly. The symbols on her long trail and her cold eyes made everyone shiver. The buzzing crowd became silent when Ashriel opened her mouth to speak. “I believe everyone of you is aware of the indelible incident that took place five years ago. Aside from my birthday and Coronation Day, this day marks the death of the former Ruler, Meredith Eleanor Theupholis La Elora, and thousands of people who surrendered and who fought until their last breath. Being the Ruler is not something to joke about. Now, as the official Ruler of the Two Great Empires of Aparctias and Thrascias, I pray that God would give me the wisdom to carry out the responsi