Fate Servants Novels & Stories

After all, she preceded me. “The Nine Servants of the Moon Goddess were maidens selected to be conduits of her holy presence to our world,” she explained, “By time, they were considered as saints in other scriptures too.” Victoria paused, as if recollecting her own knowledge, “We’re supposed to be sacred servants and not meant to join lycan packs but the initial pledge was broken and thus, during the course of centuries, the Nine Servants became unknown to most, remaining as stories barely passed on through doctrines.”

It takes another day for all the new Servants to arrive and Caitlin has started making a schedule for the duties they are expected to perform. The morning after the last Servants arrive, Caitlin calls them all to the living room. Elder Venetia is present at Caitlin’s request and is watching everything from an armchair in the corner of the room. “Good morning. I hope you all had a good night's sleep. Starting today, you will have an obligation to the Royal family and no longer to your Pack or your Alpha. Once the King has returned, you will be initiated into Scarlet Moon Pack and your bond with your Pack will be broken.

To the born one'ss riches and power was handed to them in a silver plate, as for the made ones, it was through skill and will that they could get anything, or if fate blessed them with something like it happened to Morgaine. The made ones were organized in categories, as to their utility of, there were the hunters, the warriors, the servants, and the scholars, this last category was rare to appear since a category is chosen for the Made one before they were turned. Scholars held some power and were left alone for the most part unless they had a task to complete, Aurea only knew of one in the entire kingdom, and lived in the library of the castle, doing research and archive or documenting rec

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

“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.

There wasn’t going to be a trail to follow since that traitorous Xaviar had flown off with her. I had barely finished skimming over the short document when Fredrick entered, his expression one of defeat. Miriam’s voice was still on a loop in my mind. I refused to give up hope, though the lack of leads was frustrating. Fredrick’s face told me that whatever I had remembered from Miriam’s book was offering more frustration. I looked at him and waited. “Aro.” He started. “The seer is dead.”

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.

The scent of wax and old blood clung to the air, Velan’s empire, brittle and ripe for breaking. Below, my empty tomb waited, but my gaze was fixed on the servants’ quarters. Five of my faithful servants awaited me there, loyal to me, yes, but they had also served Velan for decades. They were his trusted hands, though tonight, they would turn that trust into a weapon for me. I could feel the tension tightening in my chest, but I pushed it away. This was the game we played, and I would not allow Angelica to be buried and forgotten in that hellhole.

“You’re catching on. Yes, they get another chance. But they don’t remember their past lives. Each time is a new beginning.” Charlene’s mind raced. “So what about the Fates? What’s their deal?” “Ah, now you’re asking the real questions.” ReNew’s voice grew thoughtful. “There are two groups here—the ones who lead and the ones who guide souls on their journeys. The Fates are the workers, the ones who carry out destiny. Over time, their spirits pass on, recycled into new lives—either as another Fate or as a soul awaiting rebirth.” “And the others?”

He changes the slide again and takes a deep, steadying breath. “The role of fate's representatives is to keep fate on track, as we know. Your role appears to be the backup plan. The one to manage and police them should those representatives go off track. The fate reps only receive information about the specific area they are intended to manage, life, death, and so on. They mostly get visions about the things that they need to fix, if something gets messed up in the natural order. Don’t ask me how that works, it is way above my pay grade.” Alex comments drily before continuing.