Novel & Cerita Fate/grand Order: Fujimaru Ritsuka Doesn't Get It

Agatha I hear the faint shouts. There was a lot of commotion after the arrow pierced me. I felt my body giving out on me, but I couldn’t let this be the end. I was the last of my bloodline. I had to fight. “Invesio aversum refoveo,” I gasped and looked up and saw Liv holding my chest. She was doing a reversal spell on me. “Liv?” I frown, trying to communicate with her.

Although he looked and sounded calm, tremors of anger accompanied my father-in-law's voice as he spoke. " If he is unwilling to retire peacefully, the matter can be handled directly by the council of elders." " Warrior Fords took a vow to guard and protect this pack, with his blood, sweat and life. He failed. He broke his promise to the pack. Naturally, the punishment is far worse than just losing his position, and you all know. " The former Alpha's grave voice resonated through the house, and as his words echoed down, deep silence stretched heavily around us. Instinctively, my gaze trailed towards Amery, and I wasn't surprised when I saw how ashen she looked. She appeared more shaken than s

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

"This is impossible! Violetta promised me! She promised! After my ceremony, we'd hold our Marking Ceremony. We were going to be together forever!" His voice broke as he sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "And Sylvan... he's just a young pup! I haven't even taught him how to ride a bike yet..." He began to claw at the ruins, his hands trembling with desperation. The flames still smoldered, and as he dug, the heat burned his hands, blistering his skin. The servants rushed to stop him, but he shoved them away with a primal growl. "Don't touch me!" he shouted. "Don't stop me from getting to Violetta and Sylvan! I was wrong! I shouldn't have chased after power! I betrayed them... o

You know when you get a feeling in your gut that things do not add up. Rogues always break. Fear and pain usually make them talk. They do not have loyalty. It is all about survival. So why was this one different. The phone rang once. Twice. Then James’s voice came through, low and strained. “Alpha.” “What is the status.” I asked, already bracing for it. There was a pause. The kind that tells you everything you need to know before a single word is spoken. “He is not talking,” James said. “No matter what we do. He will not break.”

"You got your pawn on the island now as well as his supporters. I knew that you support the White and Blue Dragons however, I didn't expect that you extend your support to all his companions as well. Don't you feel like you're overdoing it?" The nun looked down the scene with a serious expression, "Ever since Hakja's companions betrayed him, I knew that relationships are important. Hirate Rikuto was born with no emotions thus his inability to make meaningful connections is a flaw in his character. Having the yeouiju by his side is a necessary change in development as well as every character." "But he is undoubedly powerful that he makes unlocking all seven chakra points look like winning an

Next was a person Ryu really didn't want to see. They hadn't even met since the day Aito passed away. It was Masaki Toshiro and Ryu felt sudden anger at seeing him alive and well. Back then, Ryu badly wanted to ruin him but he remembered that Aito had already forgiven him. Ryu couldn't bear to wrong the right that Aito did so he let Toshiro go. He just didn't expect to see him now. Toshiro was dressed fashionably. His black suit was from the latest Fuuji collections. Ryu knew because he kept up with news of all companies rated 1-10 in the world. Fuujis were rated 5. The Masakis were rated 7.

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

“Good luck with that. Ryuu doesn’t even have a heart.” “Maybe if you spent more time working like Ryuu and less time flirting, you’d get more respect,” Fukui muttered, not looking up from his glass. “Respect?” Nitta’s grin widened, but there was a venomous edge to it. “You think Ryuu gets respect?” “He gets more than you,” Fukui replied coolly. The brothers glared at each other, the tension thick enough to choke on. Gojou finally intervened, his calm voice cutting through the brewing storm.

I can't see his face, but it must be brimming with blood lust. "Fukitsu! That's enough now!" My voice echoed throughout the void. "Eh?! I haven't had enough fun yet!" Fukitsu's appeared in front of me out of nowhere. "So, tell me everything you did!" "A dozen stabs here and there, but nothing fatal." He casually replied. I raised my hand, slapped the back of his head, and said, "A dozen stabs?! How the fuck is that not fatal?! I told you to defend me, not kill!"