Novel & Cerita Fate Counter Guardian

The scent of old stone and smoke and something that smelled like time itself. I turned. They stood in the corner. Three figures draped in silver-gray, their faces hooded, their hands folded in front of them. The Fate Sisters. "You should not do this," the first one said. "You are not ready," the second said. "The cost may be more than you can bear," the third said. I looked back at Lucian. "I don't care." "The seal was placed to protect you from the wars that are coming." "Those wars are already here."

Cold spread through my chest instantly. No. “They bonded to possibilities.” The room went completely silent. I barely heard myself whisper: “What does that mean?” The guardian answered. “It means the heir can divide fate.” I stared at it in disbelief. That sentence made absolutely no sense. And yet— something deep inside me reacted to it. Like recognition. Like instinct. (Unknown POV) They told her too much. Far too much. I moved faster through the forest now. If she reaches the final memory before I can stop everything changes.

Because the real battle was no longer in the Keep. It was inside Lucien. The guardian stepped beside Althea. Ancient eyes fixed upon her. "You will not physically enter his mind." "That's reassuring," Kael muttered. "It shouldn't be," the guardian replied. Kael immediately regretted speaking. The guardian continued. "The counterpart bond exists in resonance as a living connection." He pointed toward Lucien. Or rather toward the struggle happening inside him. "The First King is attacking him through that connection." His gaze shifted to Althea.

Rufus had to ask, in the same tone of voice. "She was one of the first females to join us, we had much fun with her, it is the one with that mark on her ass." "Yes, I remember now. You say no one saw since last night, it might be that our new friends found her as amusing as we once did. I'll ask Morgaine once this is finished!" Rufus told the other guy with a smirk, then he looked to his pack and lounged a growl that left them on the ground. "We are close to our objective! Now we let Zulcan know to whom it belongs! We will kill each and everyone who stands in our way! That Queen will serve underneath us like a bitch she is!" The pack members howled in unison. "I want everyone sharp and in fu

He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world, "I am a Stalza. And if you know about us," he said in a funny informing tone, "if you know then you would also know that we are anything but sweet and gullible people." He finished his little speech. She could not belive him at all. She was scared with sweat dripping off from her face and tears rolling down her cheeks. She was shuddering and he was busy in boasting about himself. "He is dangerous. They are dangerous." A sudden sense of urgency wrapped around her mind as she only had two options - Fight or Flight.

She studied the leaked pendant in her hands and looked at the mirror again, where I saw the man, and she didn't. "An archangel cannot become the shadow of a human unless he is his guardian.” "He said he was my guardian.” Faye seemed to have an absurd pressure drop. She staggered to the mirror and gasped. "Arianna, guardians are souls destined to protect every step taken by a human. This means that he knows everything you have done or failed to do in centuries of life!” "Yes, he knows.” Faye seemed to freak out. "And aren't you worried about that? We know that her enemy killed her somewhere where Lucifer couldn't do much to save her. And yet you don't believe that the archangel is guilty?”

- Hail the great Count Sanguinarius, Guardian of Justice. “Yes, Guardian of Justice, that’s why everyone is in trouble. I bet they're going to complain about eating from a bag. Sanguinarius… Bloody, and monsters. All." - Hail the great Noble Mortis, Guardian of all causes. “Especially if the cause represents the death of humans as if they were cattle.” - Hail the great Marques Dante, Guardian of answers. “The only answer I wanted was: why the hell are you still alive?” Vlad couldn't stop, but his face remained stoic.

“Our mother was from there, from a viscount’s family. We hoped to find support and shelter.” She paused, gathering her thoughts, while Damian, without taking his eyes off her, gave a slight nod, encouraging her to continue. “We settled at the Sankster estate, which was managed by our aunt’s husband. At first, everything seemed fine, but…” She fell silent, her hands nervously gripping the edge of her shawl. Damian leaned forward, his expression filled with genuine concern. “The illness took Joan shortly after we arrived,” she whispered. “And I became Jane’s only guardian.”

Feet were not capable enough to move a step ahead. But there was a hope in her soul that kept her alive. She wanted to protect others. And for that, she was ready to risk her life. By gathering all the strength, she took steps ahead. Her eyes were red. As if she was fuming with a vengeance. Taking a deep breath, she came closer to those morons and threw the gem in the air. It exploded in the air such that there was devastation all around. All the devils seemed dead as some were slowly dying.

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.