Fate Series Servants Novels & Stories

I said, before walking away from her. "Hilbert, we're not done talking yet! Get back here and deal with this like the Alpha you are!" I met my servants at the exit. They all had a hateful doubt in their eyes when they saw I'd left Charmy there alone. "What do you want?" I snapped, displeased. "Is this how you honor your Alpha? Bow your head when you meet an Alpha. That's what a servant is supposed to do." They fell silent and watched each other. My nose began to smell something wrong here. Before long, my soldiers came to meet me in their agitated stride.

His heart rate picked until it sounded like it was pounding in his chest. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about, Vince. What the fuck is a server? EXPLAIN.” Garith lost the tiny grip he had on his anger. His aura slammed out, and everyone trembled on their feet. I had to force myself to drop to my knees. Vince stumbled closer, clearly affected my the other Alpha’s power. “My server that I had Rick managing.” Garith waved his hand in a circle. “You are still not making sense.” “The members of the brotherhood. Our plans. The kill list. EVERYTHING WE HAVE PLANNED IS ON OUR SERVERS.” I watched as Vince lost his mind. I had to force my lips into a pinched line so I wouldn’t smile.

Old enough to know what they want, confident enough to explore, and young enough to bounce back from our more vigorous style of things pretty quickly. “Yes, I’m contracted as a servant,” she says a little more loudly. The words are meant to be a defense, but the kid just put a target on both our backs and I groan inwardly. Servants are different than donors. Both require contracts, but only one guarantees a lifetime commitment. Only what we call potentials can be servants. Humans with the capability of changing. Takes a special gene or set of circumstances, and they are for all intents and purposes human. Even so, the fact that she can be turned and not go batshit or die from the transition

“For years you have waited. You have kept faith. The Moon Goddess has heard you. She has answered.” He stepped slightly aside, his hand gesturing to me. “She did not send you a queen born of ceremony. She sent you a warrior born of fire and second chances. She sent you my heart and my soul. My Fated Mate. Your Luna, Angela!” A ripple went through the pack, a shifting, a whispering of paws on earth. “She carries my mark,” Aaron continued, his voice dropping to an intimate growl that still somehow reached every ear. “And I carry hers. The bond is sealed. The line is secured. Our future is here.”

"He didn't. I've always wanted to be a fighter but I'm too weak to belong to the selected fighters, so I was made a special servant for him." Wayne only hummed in response as a flicker of relief washed over him. He'd never thought there was someone else out there who shared his fate, the fate of weakness. They reached a huge door, and standing there were two mean looking warriors with sharp spears in hand. “We are here," the servant announced with a curt bow to Wayne. "And if the moon Lilith permits it, we will see each other often." “Wait" Wayne called out, surprised at his own tone. “What's your name?"

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

Response with absolute loyalty to his new lord, before his supreme lord disappears into thin air and the light returns to the room. Young master Yao slowly stood up and looked at his hand that was clutching and spreading repeatedly to see how his new body functioned. “I’m Yao Fang… Yao Fang. Thanks, Supreme Lord, for the chance to have my own consciousness. This servant will serve you for all eternity.” He mumbled to himself with the new resolve to serve his creator and eager to prove his loyalty.

What was said at the spur of the moment turned out to be exactly what she was looking for? Her previous comment about the vampires' servants being useless came back to me. She must've expected something out of the ordinary when she became interested in them. And then got rid of them when she didn't find what she was looking for. Vampires' servants are either tools for their lord's or future recruits. But just like Protégés, it has to be consensual. They are not servants in the way humans view servants. Meaning that they signified something for their lords. They share some kind of a symbiotic relationship. They are not useless.

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."

She said with a bit of laughter in her voice. Not quite long, the door automatically opened revealing a luxurious lavishly living room. "This looked like heaven" Amal whispered to herself "Good morning, you must be here to deliver the doughnuts." A lady said as she walked to our direction. "Good morning, where are supposed to keep the doughnuts,” Amal said She rang a bell and some ladies walked into the room, I think they are the servants especially because they were wearing matching outfits. "You can go ahead and give it to them,” She said