Fate Grand Servants Novels & Stories

"These are the servants that was sent by the Crown Prince, they are all well-trained to fulfill all your needs." The Butler arrived earlier inside my chamber together with these unfamiliar servants, all of them were looking like a doll standing with no emotion on their faces. Isn't it funny? To see how Hades created these servants just for me? Well, it's not like I don't know his purpose, he sent these servants to guard me and to report everything I am doing to him. I tapped my fingers on the table, looking at them from head to their toes.

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

But even though there was such a huge disadvantage by being the servant of a god (having your life in the hands of another), the advantages were immense. As already stated, servants get a power upgrade by inheriting a portion of their god’s strength. And the higher the servant is ranked, the more power is available to him/her. There are three servant ranks: lower ranked servant, middle ranked servant, and higher ranked servants. Lower ranked servants inherit about 10% of their god’s strength. So they were mostly in the early or middle stages of the profound realm. Middle ranked servants inherited up to 20% of their god’s strength and were usually in the peak of the earth realm or the heaven

Trishia muttered nodding at her. “Listen, everyone!” Then Trishia spoke like she was going to make a very important announcement and she seemed to know that the servants were all gathered around her. “This servant standing beside me,” She looked at Greta from head to toe. She obviously mocked Greta inside as she was fat, dark with kinky hair but Trishia was not showing it. She disliked her figure but she liked Greta’s tough presence and loyalty to her. “Greta, she will be the new head of all the servants. Do you all understand?” Trishia announced without care for the servant who was in the head position right now.

It was the young servant who had served us wine in the command tent yesterday. I tried to walk past him, but he stepped into the centre of the hall, bowing low. "Alpha Vane," the servant said, his voice hesitant. "Forgive my intrusion... but what will happen to Lieutenant Serviag? Is he really going to be executed?" I stopped, looking down at him with a glare. "He betrayed this pack. I am going to have his head cut off and spiked on the main gate before sunset." The servant flinched, his eyes darting back and forth nervously.

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."

I was eighteen when I left my pack. I ran away with Stanley, my fated mate. He never gave me a proper mating ceremony. But I loved him. I would have done anything. I watched him build his pack. Become an Alpha. Take over half the territories in the North. The first time we made love, he marked my neck and promised me a grand ceremony. One day. I kept waiting. For over twenty years, I tried to be the perfect Luna for him. Then came my forty-fifth birthday. I thought it was time. Time for that ceremony he promised, in the sacred springs of Starfall Valley. But he had another surprise for me. I found him in our pack’s private hot spring, pinning his dead brother’s mate beneath him. That’s when

pretty good. Early the next morning, Marco woke me up. He held a dumbbell in one hand, the thin fabric of his shirt unable to conceal his muscular arm. With his other hand, he gently tucked the blanket around me. "You can sleep for ten more minutes. Then we need to get up and go out for breakfast. Today, the Boss will grant us his blessing. This is a ceremony that we can't decline." Blushing, I lifted the blanket and explained shyly, "I don't usually sleep in this late. It is just that..."

And much more. Ban: I think- I think it's Grey's status window. Lisa: Status window? Ban: Yes. It is similar to those in video games. However this contains the details of my 'slaves'-- Grey what does this say. Grey: It says here that my current job- SERVANT. And that below it, says. NEXT PROMOTION - RETAINER. It's a ranking system. It ranks my slaves and gives them promotions. I get it now. This is just like a game. Wait! Can I try this?

So when I said, I will tell her why we had to leave in due time, she simply nodded and gave me the longest hug we ever shared. After breakfast, everyone dispersed leaving a mess behind on the table. "Who is going to clean this mess?" I asked Godric as we made our way to the training field. "We have servants to do that." I frowned. "Servants?" He could see my facial expression. "Yes. Servants. They were captured during battles. Those who were not formally a part of the battle but belonged to the other side were offered a chance to join our pack but as a pack servant. Mostly they clean common areas. Some are specially assigned to people, like my mom."