Novel & Cerita Fate Gilgamesh Fanart

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

“You don’t understand, Miles. This isn’t just power. It’s a curse that follows in it’s footstep” She breathed in anxiously ”I had such a long and difficult Journey to get here Miles…a man like you…would not simply understand” She paused ”I lost everything and rebuilt myself from the ashes of my past…I tried to burn it all down but I could not…” She trailed her fingernail across the cuneiform writings on the wall where she stood, ”Gesar, Deva Pran, Jalal, Gilgamesh and the gigant’s bloodline made me see things clearly”

High atop the Crystal Spire, Evelyn, one of the most gifted seers, gazed into the heavens with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The stars were aligning in a pattern she had never seen before, forming constellations that seemed to weave a tapestry of fate itself. As she focused her senses, a vision washed over her—a mosaic of scenes, faces, and places that painted a cryptic narrative. Amidst the tapestry of fate, three figures stood out: a valiant warrior with a sword that blazed like a comet, a compassionate healer with a glowing aura, and a cloaked figure shrouded in enigma. Their destinies were inextricably intertwined, their paths converging toward an unknown climax.

The starlit sky, adorned with unfamiliar constellations, bathes in a magical and enigmatic light that envelops them. With unwavering resolve, the Greater Archon, displaying absolute mastery over energy, illuminates Gil entirely. A luminous glow, akin to the radiance of stars, unfurls around them, encasing them in a radiant and pristine aura. The light accentuates the beauty of his features, emphasising the intensity of his gaze and the courage that pulsates within his heart. In a gesture brimming with love and protection, the Greater Archon enfolds Gil in a resolute and fervent embrace.

Meeva's pov The roads were smoother than I expected, and his people, even more welcoming. At first, I had assumed that being an omega would cause an immediate uproar. But it didn't. I still felt prickles of doubt, even with the way my wolf felt super safe with him. But trust your instincts they said. Goddess, I hope this wasn't another bad decision. ______ The carriage came to a stop hours later, greeted by snow-dusted pines and a towering gate carved from ancient darkwood, a rare unique tree. Etched into it was the Brawnstorm crest, a storm-wolf howling into the wind.

My mind kept drifting back to the scroll hidden in the basement, to the runes I had drawn on the floor. I had found the scroll hidden among my grandmother's things after she died. It was ancient, written in a language that had taken me weeks to decipher. It spoke of the Fates—Abraxas, the Fate of Life; Kaius, the Fate of Death; and Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. The Fates ruled the universe, deciding the course of every life, every death, every destiny. The scroll claimed that one could summon a Fate and ask for a boon. But it came with a warning: to call on a Fate was to risk death. I didn't care about the risk. If I didn't do something, I would be exposed as a Shade during my first shift, and

The Festival of Fools The palace was awe-inspiring, its golden minarets climbing up towards heaven. I flew overhead, circling above the party, hidden in the night’s darkness. Below, humans danced under the moonlight, their laughter a symphony of ignorance. Nobles in dazzling gowns and luxurious robes filled the courtyard, cheeks stained with wine and indulgence. But my gaze found only one. Prince Fred. He wore silver-trimmed armor, his dark locks framing a face carved with quiet strength. Unlike the others, he was still, unreadable. There was something in his eyes—something that made the fire within me coil with curiosity.

Finally mine. But then I blinked. And everything disappeared. My father was still asleep. My dagger was clean. There were no guards dead at the door. It had all been in my head. My chest tightened painfully. It felt so real. I thought I had tasted victory already and had felt the weight of the crown on my head. I slowly let out a sigh as I steadied myself. Maybe it wasn’t real, but maybe it was a sign. A warning from the Moon Goddess of what was waiting if I had the courage to act.

The doctor had to stitch ten times before my hand was barely saved. When Vivian dragged me to the rooftop in my previous life, I did not resist because my body was already completely drained. I could not even break free from one of her fingers. There was another reason. I had already stopped wanting to live. As I fell, there was no fear in my heart. Instead, there was a faint joy at the thought of being freed. Seeing that demon again, every cell in my body screamed for me to stay away. The terror carved into my bones had not faded at all, even after living again.

His death left a blank space and there was no one generating belief among the humans and so the fountain began drying immediately since he was the one who carried the most faith. The south fountain was produced in low quantities and so I decided that every fairy carries their own dust and for their generations, maybe I made a mistake not giving the unseelies a portion of the fairy dust but they are not supposed to have the dust, they can bring a greater evil if they are given even a just small portion of it.