Fate Series Servants Novels & Stories

I was certain that I looked as red as a tomato right about now. There were many of us who ended up eating together, and it was great to get to know everyone. The Mazarine Protectors were masters of the elements. An element chose their Protector. Yes, you heard me right. For example, Lady Amaralyn Mazarine was chosen by fire while her sister was chosen by water. The Velardi Protectors were connected with Mother Earth. They had influence over the environment and some even had influence over animals. Sir Daverly Velardi, for example, had influence over any living animal.

he says harshly as he paces back and forth. “That’s because fated mates were gone. But…now…they’re back. The only common factor your patrollers have, aside from being on patrol, is that they are newly mated, with fated mates,” I practically stutter as I speak my theory out loud, clutching my notebook and pen, my hands becoming sweaty. Alpha Asher drops to the floor, his eyes staring down at his feet. I hear his heart beating faster. He rips his mask off his face “It can’t be…”

Hazel whispered and his mother scoffed. "You are not a queen, just a servant here. Soon you will be out of this house and bella will be the queen of this house." Bella's mother said. Hazel chuckled, "Have you ever asked Alan about what-" Before she could complete a hard slap landed on her. She looked up just to see his mother slapped her! Her eyes immediately teared up and she held her cheeks, "Stop thinking that you are a part of this house, god knows what my precious son saw in you, Your ex fiance did the correct thing by leaving a woman like you."

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.

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.

"Three years, and you treat me like a stranger? I still wear the tunics you stitched for me under my armor." Elder Li and Elder Zhao were veterans of the pack. Before serving the Queen, they had been warriors who fought by her side. They had never taken mates, dedicating their lives to the Luna. They had practically raised Serena, sewing her clothes and tending her scrapes. Now, too old for the hunt, they trained the new Omega servants. Seeing Serena’s face, more beautiful and fierce than ever, the old she-wolves beamed with pride. But as they took their places, they noticed the extra guest. They smelled the shift in Serena’s pheromones—this wasn't just a reunion.

Balor’s eyes sharpened. Lefu’s gaze touched each of us in turn, and then found me. “You will soon be Luna of four large packs,” he said. “Add to that Jalen’s two—Green Briar and Pearl—who stand with you. That’s six armies under your shadow, even if you never ask for them. If you were him, and your only weapon was fear, wouldn’t you strike now? While we’re mending, while one bond is still unsealed?” The hearth snapped. Somewhere outside, a wind lifted and slid itself along the eaves like a hand searching the edges of a door.

“What did she say?” The servant swallowed hard, clearly uneasy. “She saw the girl’s daughter and your son locked in a battle neither can walk away from. Enemies bound by fate. One will rise, and the other…” He hesitated. “Will fall,” the man finished, his voice cold and unyielding. Silence filled the room, heavy and suffocating. “And you believe this witch?” the woman asked, her tone sharp. The servant lowered his gaze. “She has never been wrong.”

The serviteur then raised both his arms as he spoke, "I am confident they'll deliver her straight to the borders of South Britain as soon as possible. I have already sent our finest head hunters to ambush them. You are all coming with me, and Makamisa will be our eyes in the sky." "Wait, that's not part of our agreement!" exclaimed Eleya. "It was thanks to your actions that made yourself do this, hurt your friend, by being selfish and keeping her to yourself." The serviteur said, now in a stern and agitated voice. "Now, you shall watch your dear trigger angel receive the wrath of the forces of the Divine." "The Divine forgives, but never forgets", he added as he slowly walked away from the f