Fate Chaldea の小説・ストーリー

"I'm ready for whatever comes next. With this power, I can face the challenges that lie ahead." As the moon continued its ascent in the night sky, Chloe, now a unique blend of mortal and supernatural, faced the dawn of a new chapter in her extraordinary journey. The threads of legacy and transformation had woven together, and with each step, Chloe embraced the destiny that awaited her—a guardian, a werewolf, and a force to be reckoned with in the delicate balance between worlds.

Aisha's POV And now after the accident, I'm nothing to him. He wants to discard me to aside only because of one woman who doesn't even worth him? Wha.... What kind of a life is this? What kind of a Fate is this ya Allah (oh Lord!) You know this is a CRUEL FATE, right? I haven't done anything wrong, then why am I suffering for the sins I didn't commit? Or if I've sin against you unknowingly, can you please forgive me? Take pity on my child and don't do this to me please- I mentally made a plead to Allah.

“My queen deserves her own throne.” I roll my eyes and take a seat. Leave it to Lucifer to make such a blatant statement. Of course, a large part of me feels giddy, but I don’t let him see it. Bree gives me a wide-eyed look and takes the seat beside my throne. Once everyone has been seated, Amara begins to talk. “So we’ve been working on finding a way to help you and your angel. As I reviewed the tomes, I found that the fates seemed to be mentioned as key figures in the prophecies, which is why I chose to focus on the fates rather than the prophecy.”

Unfortunately, the day when he was on his mission he die, I was never told how exactly he died but the unseelies had something to do with it, every one of them submitted but they were not very powerful during those times. We had just performed a send-off ceremony for your father when I received news that the fountains were producing less dust, the south fountain is the one known to the fairies but there are other three fountains for every region the North, the south, and the east but they are invincible and can only be seen in the eyes of the queen.

“And if something happens to my son, I’ll kill you personally.” She didn’t doubt it for a minute. He was one cold bastard. Is this what Khafil would become? She shuddered at the thought. He watched her face pale as as she digest his words. ***** She was gutsy and attractive. Since she wasn’t a pure blood he wouldn’t have ordinarily picked her as his son’s wife, maybe as a vascany. But no one could deny another Taalib Duma his mate, as decreed by the Darvan Gods. A mate who was a Dalili Nakisisa was favored among the Gods themselves. Khafil had a prize. Zanhoden knew because of his encouragement, Khafil had continued to deceive his mate. If his son had come clean when he wanted, his relation

, he hits Elijah’s hand playfully but Elijah’s eyes never leaves Davil as he frowns. I walk down the pulpit and straight to Elijah. I halt in front of him and snap my fingers to get his attention. “Eyes on me pretty boy”, I wiggle my eyebrow and he looks down at me. “I reported you so give that hateful stare to me and not my big brother. You are yet to understand where you are. This is Dahmatra. This is my kingdom. This-“, I point at Davil and continue,” is my big brother, the sitting sourde de san. I advice you stare with respect or the next part of me you see won’t be pleasant”

No one would believe me anyway. So I swallowed it down. “I was wondering,” I said carefully, keeping my tone light. “That woman in your story. The one who had a second chance… did she succeed? Did she change her fate, or did she fall back into the same mistakes?” His expression softened, the lines of his face folding deeper with memory. “Her,” he murmured. “Well… depends who you ask. Some say she lived better the second time. Wiser, stronger. Others say fate circles back no matter how hard you fight it. In the end, it was her choices.”

The wind had gone completely still. I didn’t even realize I’d stopped breathing properly until my chest started to ache. “And before you misunderstand yourself further,” she added, “I’m not something your kind gets to finish.” Malachar gave a short, humorless exhale. “So that’s your answer,” he said. “Untouchable.” Medina didn’t respond right away. When she did, her voice was quieter—steady, not defensive. “It’s not a decision.” A pause. “It’s how we’re made as the descendants of the Goddess of Fate.”

Fate turned to face Alstha. "She will be stunning, of course, but not in the same way that he is used to. His eyes will be opened to the fact that people are more than just their outward appearance. She'll make him happy and at peace. He will have hopes for things he never anticipated having. His entire being—power, spirit, soul, and heart—will be subdued by her." When fate finally spoke, the room fell silent. "Will she lead to his downfall?" "Mother Luna, are you up to the task?" Fate questioned her, daring her.

I mumbled, the image of my uncle's icy glare searing itself back into my mind. "No," Cassius agreed softly. "She is not. But Paitelia accepted you without a moment's hesitation. And more than that…" He paused, his gaze intensifying until it felt like a physical touch. "You are mine. My fated one. That, they will accept. It is law. It is destiny." I fell silent, held captive by the conviction in his eyes. He was their leader, their hope. I couldn't let my darkness tarnish his day of triumph. They are celebrating you, I thought. You deserve this.