Fate Series Servants Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Charles, however, was an old servant—but not a blind one. Years spent within these grim estate walls had taught him to notice what others overlooked. He had seen how Damian’s expression changed as he listened to the young lady’s statement. He had noticed how his fingers tensed around his glass when the child’s name was mentioned. He knew—the news had struck the duke, even if he didn’t show it. “But isn’t that wonderful?” Charles thought, sweeping the long corridor, though his mind was far from his task. A child. A girl. The greatest surprise the Hartess family had ever seen.

The Festival of Fools The palace was awe-inspiring, its golden minarets climbing up towards heaven. I flew overhead, circling above the party, hidden in the night’s darkness. Below, humans danced under the moonlight, their laughter a symphony of ignorance. Nobles in dazzling gowns and luxurious robes filled the courtyard, cheeks stained with wine and indulgence. But my gaze found only one. Prince Fred. He wore silver-trimmed armor, his dark locks framing a face carved with quiet strength. Unlike the others, he was still, unreadable. There was something in his eyes—something that made the fire within me coil with curiosity.

But she then answered her in a matter of fact tone, "You're Princess Hiraya." Frost nodded her head. Then she asked again, "And you? What's your position?" "A royal servant." said the servant proudly. "A servant huh. Then do you know what would happen to servants who disrespected their employer?" Frost said in a very cold voice, face emotionless. It was only then that the servant was stunned. There was a frightened look on her face while looking at the Princess. Consequently, she suddenly turned pale at the sight of her pair of cold eyes. They're cold as snow.

She believed Gerard might punish her, because she knew how careless Merinda was. When the servants came out of the banquet hall, they talked about Merinda and Gerard. Just as Sera passed by them. That made Sera stop. "Both of you, stop for a second," Sera called out. The two servants who were talking instantly froze in fear when they heard Sera's voice. They didn't expect her there. They looked at each other and looked down in fear. It was no secret that Sera could kill servants for no reason. It made any servant called by the youngest daughter of Dumitrese feel terrified.

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.

“I think it’s about time I introduce myself. I’m Brigid, it’s good to have you back here. We have much to accomplish together.” The third, with hair the color of autumn leaves and a gaze as steady as the mountains, extends her hand. “My name is Cerys. Your journey will be challenging, but we’re here to guide you, to teach you to master your gifts.” Lastly, there’s Diantha, her hair the deep black of a moonless night, her eyes shining with wisdom. Something tells me she was the first Fate to ever exist. There’s an ancient power just exuding from her, one I can feel right to my core.

Each thread was vital to the harmony of the whole, and they understood that their actions had a ripple effect throughout the tapestry. Sarah traced her paw along the tapestry, a newfound sense of purpose in her eyes. "Our role as guardians of the wild is not just about protecting our home; it's about safeguarding the delicate balance of all life. Each action we take affects the threads of fate, shaping the tapestry of existence." The pack realized that their journey had led them to this temple to learn a crucial lesson about their purpose. They were not just protectors of the wild; they were guardians of the threads of fate, entrusted with the sacred mission to ensure a harmonious future for

Asher and I immediately signaled our understanding of his unspoken command. "Yes, sir." "Then you may be on your way. You are dismissed from the premises, Shitta. We appreciate your efforts and you, along with the others, will be duly compensated. You may all leave." "Sir?" Shitta stuttered, his voice wavering. "What about the demon?" "We will handle it alone. As you said, one cannot fight an unseen enemy. Are there any fatalities among the men?" "Ten dead so far. We are still counting. The survivors are brutally maimed."