Fate Go Balanced Servants Novels & Stories

And that too shamelessly. But it didn’t matter to him at all. Because they may see but they couldn’t have him. He belonged to Benjamin.. Benjamin looked at the stage where Noah was introducing himself and his generals.. "I am Noah Gabriel . You all can call me Noah. I am your head hazer for this year and these are my four generals. We will begin our activities for this year Sotus. Your name tags, shirts and schedules will be provided tomorrow at 6am sharp. Anyone late will be punished and I don’t give a damn if it’s a girl or a boy. In Engineering, we all are the same.

“How do we fix it? We can’t wait until they are born. The wave will have already crashed.” “You cannot fix what is shattered,” Lachesis said. “But you can contain the damage. The universe requires a Triad to maintain balance. Until the new Fates are born to take their place, a temporary one must be forged.” Her star-dusted eyes settled on me, then on Damon. “You are two of the three parts. You, Misha, are the new Fulcrum. You broke the old system, and now its threads answer to you. You can feel the glitches. And you, Damon, are the Enforcer. You possess the raw power to act where Misha directs.”

asked Herbert. "I don't know. Do you?" asked Wilbur. "Yeah, that's right. I do know," replied Herbert. Herbert said, "As far as I know, each dimensional guardian can only have one servant, and every ten thousand years, a new servant is selected because the previous one has died. Serving a dimensional guardian comes with inevitable dangers, after all. While the dimensional guardians possess immense power, their servants might not be as strong. They could meet their end when facing danger. That's why the Dimensional Guardian Servant Tournament is held every ten thousand years."

Before I could respond, Ateron surged closer, heat rippling across my spine—not burning, not consuming, but intense enough that I gasped. His voice— wild, fierce, alive— whispered like flames curling around my ribs. “You are the spark.” Ashen trembled. “Ateron… he’s not fighting either.” Hamish nearly dropped his staff. “Both aspects are yielding. The balance imprint must be stronger than I thought.” I shook my head. “They’re not yielding. They’re… aligning.” Grayson’s voice cut through the haze. “Ashen. Are you still in control?”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

he said, drawing out the last words to get on my nerves. "So do we have a deal?" Kaius asked, his tone almost bored, as if he were asking me to pass the salt at dinner. I hesitated, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on me. A year of servitude to a Fate... it could mean anything. It could be horrible, or it could be worse than horrible. But what choice did I have? "Yes," I said finally, the word slipping out before I could change my mind. Kaius's smile was slow and satisfied, like a cat who'd just caught a mouse. "Good."

I only have few service crew which can only be counted in my fingers and two bodyguards, unlike his company which has lots of staff and he can easily hire people whenever he wants. "Yasha," he called me again but I played deaf. The elevator then opened and I was about to enter when my body suddenly rose in the air and I just found out that my body was hanging on Axis' shoulder. What the? How could he carry me like a sack? "You stupid idiot, put me down!" I hit him hard on his back.

"It's not so much of a bow, but baring your neck in submission to those above you. It's their way of showing their loyalty." "What?" I hiss. "But I'm not above them, far from it." "You're going to be their future Luna. You'll have to get used to this." Zak smirked down at me, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable I was. I swallowed hard. I hadn't really thought about the future Zak and I would have, considering I was just trying to get through each day. I might not make it through the next full moon anyway. "If they don’t kill me first." I mumble and instantly regret it as Zak’s face darkens. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just a little on edge.”

Charles sighed regretfully. “Please, don’t feel guilty. I know you are doing everything you can. The only reason I haven’t lost hope in meeting His Grace is because of you.” A smile brightened Charles’s face. Receiving praise from a noble lady for his work was a rare delight. It motivated him to try even harder. “I will do everything I can for you, miss.” “I am deeply grateful for your service, Barkley.” Before Charles could notice how time had flown, a servant hurried in and whispered something in his ear. Apologizing, he asked Isabella to wait for him in the sitting room and quickly left.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly interested in my response, but still stepped back and made a polite gesture. I went downstairs and walked up to the iron gate. The moment Mona saw me, she lunged forward, only to be stopped by the guards. She glared at me viciously. "Laura! Give the money back right now! Are you trying to push us to our deaths?" I chuckled softly. "Give the money back? That was Jonah's living allowance for me. Did you ask me before you transferred it?" Mona's face stiffened, then she shouted shamelessly, "I'm your sister! What's wrong with using a bit of your money? You marry rich, and suddenly, you forget about us?"