Fate Servants Novels & Stories

Not against the Luna. Luna Eva turned to me again, her face twisted with something even worse than fury with her lips curled. “You’re not even supposed to march with these people,” she said. “You’re supposed to serve today, as a slave. Because that’s your true identity. And that’s all you’ll ever be till you die.” It felt like I had been stabbed with a knife. Before I could even blink, Cassandra’s face even got brighter like she had just gotten another idea on how to make me suffer the more.

“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.”

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

Meeva's pov He came with the sound of horns blowing across the valley, with a sea of warriors cloaked in black and steel, standing tall beneath the rising sun. Kael had declared war. And just like he promised, he hadn't come alone. From the bedroom window, I saw them, rows upon rows of the Brawnstorm Pack lined like a force of nature. At their helm was Kael, his eyes locked on the gates of Jared's estate like a predator ready to strike.

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.

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.

I stood in front of him while the priest came ahead. “Mr. Alan Martin, do you take Miss. Hazel Watson as your lawful wife, to have and hold to, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” the priest’s voice echoed. After a couple of seconds he said “I do”. I could feel his grip on my hand tighten.

I inquired, gesturing toward the lady and lifting her eyes to meet mine. "My name is Rei. I've been a servant to the ice pack since my parents passed away, and I've been serving your friend until now. He informed me that my service is no longer required because you will be my master from today onward," Rei explained. "You all are dismissed," I ordered my werewolf soldiers, who obediently bowed their heads and left, leaving Rei and me alone. "So, Rei, are you here to betray me, or are you here to serve me?" I asked her directly, closely observing her reaction.

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

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.