Fate Hakuno Novels & Stories

Fenriz smiles at this, and after another round of embracing each other, with Homura careful not to touch Arkyn, we set off for Hanabi’s estate. Hanabi is three years older than Homura and six years younger than our eldest sister, Hikari. We haven’t seen Hikari since my father married her off to a powerful man in the Hokkaidō prefecture, so we’re all truly excited to see her when she arrives in a few days. Wait, perhaps Hikari can see what Homura couldn’t! She’s older and has been practicing the art longer than Homura has, so perhaps she can be a better help. Yes, I’ll ask her when I see her this week!

Before Yuna could knock, it opened. Rebecca stood there, smiling. "Welcome, princess. Everyone's been waiting to meet you." Yuna stepped inside and stopped. The cabin was full of people. Young and old, male and female, all with the same telltale supernatural energy. Eleven sets of eyes turned to look at her. "Everyone," Rebecca said. "This is Yuna Kanzaki. The heir to the royal bloodline. The one who killed Victor and made peace with the hunters." A young girl, maybe sixteen, stepped forward shyly. "Is it true? Are we really safe now?"

Its breath was hot and foul on my face, fangs bared inches away from destroying me. I looked into the silver eyes of the wolf and something cracked in my chest. Ronan. A tear slipped from my eyes, my body slumping underneath the wolf’s heavy weight at the cold realization. Of course, it was him. Father probably sent him to finish the job. Or even Selene. A defeated whimper left my mouth as I resigned to fate. I waited. And waited. And then, a loud growl shook the entire earth from the very core. Whimpers rang through the air as a shadow flicked around. One by one, wolves went down, and in the blink of an eye, the forest floor was painted red.

Cleaner. I couldn’t help but notice the matting in her hair being loser now, the sot and mud on her body now replaced with still tainted skin but much more clean. Her eyes had a vibrance id never noticed before—purple, the clear sign of her curse. Uncle Lenard was right and I hated to admit it. She was frail. She was clad in an old tunic of mine, one which I had before I became the Alpha but still hung loosely around her body. I hated her but for a Luna of that age she had no business having the weight of a prepubescent maiden. It made me frown just thinking about it.

I look down at her and see her eyes fight to stay halfway open before they give up and stay closed. “The pup might be my sister, but I’m not allowed to know yet.” Shy finally answers me. Her voice is slow and emotionless. I’m not sure, but I think she might be talking in her sleep again. “The Luna lost her eye to find me. The Fates took it. Now my fate lives inside her eyepatch.” Okay, now I know she’s talking in her sleep, but at least it is peaceful. I lean back and cradle her against me. “If you say so, Pocket.”

The entire time, Juno is glancing at Dantzler in an attempt to calm him down. Mysterious Preist: (Removing their hood to reveal the face of the same old man Kimora bumped into at the shop earlier.) "I am Hakaido Fade...however, you will soon intimately get to know me as "Syren." (Stepping over to Kimora, he places his hand on her back and then gently lifts her over his shoulder)

I yawned and turned, the room was dark and I felt alarmed when I realized that I wasn't alone. I quickly rolled off the bed and grabbed the hairpin holding up my bun. "Who is there?" I heard a stammer, the hairpin shook in my hands. And then a tall man sat up, he had a muscly build and a bald head with a ponytail in its middle. "Do not be alarmed." He said. My eyes drifted to the giant katana he held; the blade was sharp. In fact, one swing could.... I held my neck, instinctively screaming. Calling out for Kael. He busted through the doors,

At that exact moment, the sound of keys jingling was heard from the front door, Alan was home. Both Hazel and Ema looked at Alan, "Hey Alan!" Ema said and got up, "I will take my leave now Hazel, take care." Ema said. Hazel frowned, "This soon?" Ema bent down and whispered in Hazel's year, "I will get a pregnancy kit for you tomorrow, can't wait to be an aunt." She said with a wide grin. Alan had barely taken off his coat when he caught the last part of Ema’s grin. His brows furrowed immediately. “…Why do I feel like I just walked into conspiracy?”

I didn't want to be. But why me was still the issue. By controlling my death and rebirth, what did he stand to gain? As I turned the following page, my fingers became tense around the book's edges. I saw a crescent moon encircled by ragged lines, a sign. One word, scribbled in blood-red ink, lay underneath it. I read out loud, "Unity," in a voice that was hardly audible above a whisper. I shuddered when I heard the term. It was more than just me. This ceremony was a component of a bigger scheme that connected Veyron, Darius, Killian, and even the packs to my destiny.

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”