Fate Series Servants Novels & Stories

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

“I thought about what you said the night we were finally together. Gabe, it is fated. So we will accept fate and move on together.” “Well, here is to fated love.” He kissed her hard as he spun her around. The two began planning that night. Everything was going to be okay for them as long as they had each other.

"It's not so much of a bow, but baring your neck in submission to those above you. It's their way of showing their loyalty." "What?" I hiss. "But I'm not above them, far from it." "You're going to be their future Luna. You'll have to get used to this." Zak smirked down at me, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable I was. I swallowed hard. I hadn't really thought about the future Zak and I would have, considering I was just trying to get through each day. I might not make it through the next full moon anyway. "If they don’t kill me first." I mumble and instantly regret it as Zak’s face darkens. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just a little on edge.”

Eventually, the first wave of undead was cleared out but Falstad knew there are more to come, and soon they will tire out and die. Looking at the familiar faces of the corpses lying on the ground, Maria covered her mouth with both hands in shock. “Are those—” “—The servants, guards, people we once knew. But now they are forced to do that bastard’s bidding, in death that is.” “How vile must one be to conduct in such doing.” She turned her gaze away from the corpses then looked deeply at Falstad, while her finger pointed in the direction of the hall where the nobles feasts. “And you, why did you come here instead of protecting your king?”

Although the young lady is only a guest saved by their lord, the female servant subconsciously felt that it is not proper for some unknown man to go near the young lady other than their lord. Not knowing why she has such thoughts, the female servant followed her instinct to disrupt the overly weird atmosphere. Asha turned back, and smiled after seeing the familiar female servant. But, her eyes instantly flitted back to General Markus as her thought engraved itself in her mind. ‘This older werewolf is the fated mate of my mentor. But, how will I say it? And, what will happen if he knows that my mentor is already gone?’ Struggling briefly for a couple of seconds, a resolute light shattered awa

"I have real friends to save. Who mean far more to me than Ameline Benoit could ever hope to." "It's not my choice," Iepa wailed. "Nor is it yours. Fate, your Fate, ours, dictates. We are all just Her tools." I rested my chin on Sassy's head as I scowled at her. "You're saying Fate is a person now?" Max rumbled an agreement before Iepa could answer. "Yes, indeed," he said. "Both the Light and the Dark have a Fate they answer to, Syd." He glared at my maji guide. "You did not tell her so?"

The south fountain was produced in low quantities and so I decided that every fairy carries their own dust and for their generations, maybe I made a mistake not giving the unseelies a portion of the fairy dust but they are not supposed to have the dust, they can bring a greater evil if they are given even a just small portion of it. The rebellion of the unseelies began soon afterward but I was still engaged in spreading and giving of the fairy dust to every family of fairies, when all work was done and I settled in my palace, my servants turned against me they were all unseelies since that was their duty. I hadn’t realized that they were the ones who were going to be used to getting to me an

They were cooks, cleaners, stable boys, washerwomen, maids, old servants, young servants, and frightened wolves whose hands had built Northridge’s daily life. Now they stood with empty eyes, asking for my blood in the name of the maid who had stolen my Alpha. My wolf pressed against my skin, restless and furious, but I forced her down because claws could not save servants trapped by magic. Conri stood beside me with his hand on his sword, and even his calm face had hardened beneath the weight of betrayal. Bardolph stood a little behind us, silent for once, and his guilt moved through the room like another kind of smoke.

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."

Quietly, I whispered, “Wendy, no matter what comes our way, I’ll always be right here with you.” She glanced at me with a playful smirk. “What’s gotten into you today? Too much sun?” I didn’t reply. I just smiled and gazed at her radiant face, silently making a vow. I had been given a second chance at life, and I wouldn’t make the same mistakes. I would stand by her, cherish her, and right every wrong I had made. As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of gold and amber, the sea breeze carried a hint of evening’s chill.