Fate Stay Night Novels & Stories

She leaned in Aubrey's ears and murmured, “I told you, that you will meet your suitor today.” Unknown to her that Alpha Angelo and Beta Dagon heard everything, they exchanged glances and wanted to burst into laughter but pretended. “When is the PROM?” Alpha Angelo asked. Reina smiled and answers before Aubrey, “It will be on eighteenth and remember to carry gifts she will be turning eighteen on that day.” ‘Shiet!’ Beta Dagon cursed. ‘The same date with new moon festival.’ Alpha Angelo turned to Beta Dagon, they understood each other with just one glance.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

I didn't want to be. But why me was still the issue. By controlling my death and rebirth, what did he stand to gain? As I turned the following page, my fingers became tense around the book's edges. I saw a crescent moon encircled by ragged lines, a sign. One word, scribbled in blood-red ink, lay underneath it. I read out loud, "Unity," in a voice that was hardly audible above a whisper. I shuddered when I heard the term. It was more than just me. This ceremony was a component of a bigger scheme that connected Veyron, Darius, Killian, and even the packs to my destiny.

I furrow my brows, “fated mate? Explain what that is?” She smiles, “werewolves have fated mates, the Moon Goddess tethers their souls together making it one and the love and joy that the fated mates share is unworldly, it’s said that there is no greater love than that of the truly fated mates.” I stop her, “so he was my boyfriend?”

“But yes. They are like sports drinks. And tea.” Abertha relaxing helps me let go a little. Breathe a little deeper. I take a sip from my cup. It’s sweetened with honey. Just how I like it. “First off, it’s not Fate, it’s Fates. Plural. And they aren’t necessarily working together. You’ve got the sports drink Fate who is all about the results. Hydration by whatever means necessary. Pups, pups, pups. That’s all she cares about. But then there’s the tea Fates.”

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

During lunch, the school building was almost deserted, so I slipped into the back office and closed the door. I didn’t waste time so I opened the drawer labeled “Lineage” and started flipping through the files. Nothing on me. Nothing on Adrian. Nothing that said “You’re already his.” Until I hit the section marked “Moonbonding: Pre-Fate Attachments.” What?.... Half the pages were in weird old script. But some were typed. There was a chart. Years, names and symbols. And one file marked “A.V. + H.L. – Failed Claim, Resurfaced?”

“Then let’s end this before it ends us.” My stomach twisted. Fate Pack. I hadn’t heard that name in so long that it felt foreign on my skin, like an old scar someone suddenly pressed too hard. My pack.My curse. The place I had been sold from. I forced my lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Fate Pack, huh? Guess the universe has a sick sense of humor.” Adam didn’t look at me, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “It’s not humor. It’s destiny.”

Candlelight danced across the red-stained windows, glowing softly as thunder rumbled outside. In the middle of the hall stood a long black table, surrounded by old, tall chairs, each marked with ancient symbols. These chairs had stayed empty for many years. But tonight, all except one were filled. At the head of the table stood Sire Asher, the current master of Nightreign Clan. He did not speak right away. He didn’t need to. The elders knew why they were there. And when the final door sealed shut behind the last to arrive, Asher finally raised his gaze.

It is observing me. “One further disturbance will trigger permanent correction,” Fate states. “This is final notice.” I think of Nora’s hands clutching my coat. Of the way she leaned into me without hesitation. Of the stillness she brought into a being who has never been allowed to stop. “I acknowledge the notice,” I say. The weave loosens incrementally. Fate withdraws, not retreating but redistributing attention elsewhere. Contingencies are already being calculated. Paths that do not yet exist are quietly prepared.