Fate Stay Night Novels & Stories

Fate asked, challenging her. She replied with a smirk. She lifted her hands from the table. Mist surrounded them. The sun suddenly set, and the moon rose to the clouds. Luna chanted under her breath like usual, but this time everyone watched closely, knowing that their future was ironically at stake. For once, Luna did something different. She brought her wrist to her mouth and bit it, allowing the blood to flow and drop generously before the wound sealed. Fate’s eyes narrowed. The blood slowly began to take solid form, then blue blood appeared, making the others hiss out.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

With an arched brow, she uttered, “You do? That’s unusual.” She was right. Blood Moon only happened four times a year, and she had seen me avoiding stepping out of the apartment three times. While everyone was thrilled to find their mate during Blood Moon, I wasn’t. I was terrified. The idea of finding my fated mate made me shiver in fear. So, I’d rather lock myself during that time. “The pay is good. Besides, it’s for Verlices. It’s a one chance in a lifetime opportunity. When else I’d get a chance to visit Verlices’ main hotel if not this time?”

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

DRAVEN Fate? Destiny? Fuck both of them. Why does everyone bow to the idea of fate? Kiss it’s ass? Why do people let it dictate their lives as if some unseen force is holding their leash? What the hell even is fate? A name? A person? If it is, then fuck that guy, because I carve my own path. I write my own story. And being King means my word is law. Nightbane City. Once, it belonged to the Silverfang Pack. Back then, they were locked in an endless struggle with four other packs, clawing and biting for dominance. So how did my pack take the throne? Simple—power.

"I don't take myself and Rylan's personal suffering very fun." Fate shakes his head at me, his closing strides toward me are ones I refuse to react to. My body is as frigid as a marble statue as he sits next to me, the bed sinking down with him. He smells strangely delightful, like walking through a forest at the crack of dawn. If sunlight and shadows together had a scent, he would describe it. "Your mate will be someone whose mate died many years ago," Fate continues, as if I hadn't spoken just before. "I might even be nice and let you choose who you would like to mark you in the end."

"You told me you wanted to repay me for your mistakes. I finally found a way for you." "Umm... How can I repay you then?" "Be my girlfriend." "WHAT?" Upon hearing this, her ears perked up as if she had gotten an electric shock. Her wide eyes searched for an explanation in their eye contact. "I'm giving you a chance to repay me. Pretend to be my girlfriend for a month until my brother's wedding." Taking a pause, he added, "Besides, you started this mess. You need to clean it too." "I-" He took his phone out and offered her a QR scan.

After a long silence, Arissa cleared her throat and initiavely, introduced herself to the young man next to her. “Arissa Nova…” She said her name casually, stretched out her hand. "Cristan Lewis ..." The young man replied her nonchalantly and took her hands in a firm grip. His day has been tough and rough today. Thank goodness he finally managed to find a play to stay this fast. Tonight, will be his last day to live in his old apartment. Tomorrow, he got to leave. Well, even though he didn’t expect to share a room with this strange girl, but it seemed that she was quite fair and square.

Wang parents didn’t stay for long and went to sleep, leaving three ‘friends’ behind. Under the dark stary night, three ‘friends’ were strolling in the garden while enjoying the cold breeze. Gon felt his heart become heavy. No matter what, he could still remember two things clearly... her lifeless blood soaked body and Lufan’s pleading eyes saying, ‘Gon ah, can I trust you over this?’

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”