Fate Go Balanced Servants Novels & Stories

“You bent fate. Now fate breaks.” A signal echoed a resonant chime that didn’t ring through air, but through *existence*. The Pale Guard raised their weapons as one. Kael grabbed Aria’s arm. “We fight. Together.” “No,” she whispered. “Not yet.” She turned toward the Firstborn. “You said they judge imbalance. Then tell me how to fix it.” The ancient being shattered, humbled met her eyes. “You must restore the third thread.” “What third thread?” “The Balance, the Flame…” the Firstborn coughed, its form flickering. “And the *Memory*.”

“I nearly died in that stew scenario once. Let the law stand.” Quills scratched; clause passed. --- #### Wage of Bared Hands Next sheet. > “Servants may quit service after one moon’s notice, keep half tips, and petition for redress if struck.” Beta councilor Nyla frowned. “And who fills empty posts?” Ophelia arched a brow. “Perhaps those who once feared chains will volunteer once safety’s clear.” Maeve—allowed into the hall as staff representative—piped up. “I’ll post recruitment parchments tonight if this passes.”

“Issabele, what about yourself. Have you found your partner? I could see the look on Isabelle's face that looked a little mischievous, but afterward, she quickly normalized her face to look normal. “Your Honour, I am the same as Master David. I want to please myself and devote myself to you first until I feel satisfied, after all, I am just a servant. Having a partner or not isn't that important.” I’m not really fond by what she’s reacting to me. ''Hey, who says that? You also have the right to get your partner, you have the right to be happy with your mate later, Isabele.'' I certainly don't agree with Issabelle's words that a servant doesn't have to have a companion, because, after all, sh

if you eat that leaf you can exchange soul but than max you die anyway because of disease too and it my job to maintain balance wait you are goddess of fate because of you I suffered and now you telling me I can't exchange soul what kind of fate you write you are monster I can only write possibilities,way and results and rest is you decision and you can write your own fate bu move forward but you didn't even try and nothing changed that all your doing it my job to maintain law and stray neutral. I don't have any right to give someone special treatment even if thousand die but I am here to bless you with power to heal any injuries you can only heal 20 people if they near death and based on y

His date today had been possible because there were not many deaths and he had allocated more of the names than usual to his servants. “Tea for two,” he requested when a servant appeared. “Additionally send someone downstairs to see if Celeste is still here. If so, bring her up here.” His servant nodded and disappeared again. The servants in the underworld were demons whose only purpose was to serve the ruler of the underworld. They didn’t have any other awareness as far as he had noticed. The wait before Celeste appeared alongside the tea was short. Her face showed her eagerness to hear about his date. They both waited until the tea had been served and the servant had left to speak.

Blair stared at my throat, so nervous that her hands were trembling. I drank it all right before her eyes. … Around midnight, the Harlow residence fell into slumber. My bedroom door was quietly pushed open a crack. A sickeningly sweet fragrance drifted through the gap. It was a powerful fragrance laced with an aphrodisiac. Then, a figure slipped inside. Under the moonlight, I saw Callum in an extremely loose silk robe with the collar hanging open, his eyes hazy and filled with greed. He had clearly been drugged as well. With his mind in a haze, he fumbled his way toward the bed purely on instinct.

As everyone watched, Godfrey fell to his knees in front of Sebastian and begged, his voice trembling, "M-Mr. Ballard, I just lost my senses for a moment! Please have mercy and let me go." Sebastian looked impassively at Godfrey. Seeing that he remained silent, Godfrey groveled on his knees and approached Sebastian. He pleaded, "Mr. Ballard, please give me a chance! I'm willing to serve you for the rest of my life! "The Fate Sect branch will listen to your command, Mr. Ballard! We will go through hell and high water for you!" As Godfrey spoke, he prostrated himself at Sebastian's feet. Everyone was aghast. Godfrey was the refinist of the Fate Sect. If Sebastian agreed, he would have gained a

Cal smirked, dropped the cigar in his hand in an ashtray and went to open the door. “Where are they?” He stared down at the not so calm servant. “You said I shouldn't let anyone into the courtyard. So they are outside the gate.” The terrified servant replied. Despite the large number of wolves ready to do menial jobs, he was the only one the council had assigned to Cal's courtyard. The Kingmakers were just two, and they were assigned four servants. Even the new Shaman was given the control of the three servants who were attending to the previous Shaman. Consequently, he couldn't rest and had to be on his toes all the time. The talk in town was that Cal would be disposed of in the Alpha batt

I continued cleaning the shirt but I feared I was only making the stain worse. "It's okay ma'am." The waiter said and stepped back, away from my touch. An invisible pull of his voice drew my eyes away from his chest and that was when I looked up at the victim. Was he really a server? His pale pink uniform said so, but his face didn't, neither did his body. Come to think of it, his chest was firm, too firm, as if he was a pro boxer. Then his face looked like a sinful demon straight from hell. With his thick eyebrows, crazy brunette hair that had hints of gold in the sun's reflection, his narrow eyes, the color of the stain on his shirt and a firm, well-structured face, and jaws. He was more o

Yes, she's okay, the hospital said she's out of danger now and her healing should take a few weeks" Leah replied. "Okay, chin up then. Everything will be fine" she said to Leah. XXX Bruno paced around his office. Wondering what to do to Bartholomew. He thought of what he would do to the people on the list Valerie had given him. The bidding for the Land was in two days and he had all the deeds already. He just had to show up and pretend he knew nothing. Completing the quest automatically decrypted the flash Ray had given him, and it made him happy to note that this one thing against the Romanos worked.