Fate Stay Night Visual Novels & Stories

He had fashioned the rest of the uneven purple rags up and down her body, intertwining purple material with vines. Her curves were shown off perfectly, along with a lot of skin. Across her exposed flat stomach, arms and legs Rent had painted similar dark blue fairy symbols and patterns to the ones on her face. My wolf growled at the thought of his hands all over her and it caught me completely off guard. Rent himself had kept it fairly simple, using different shades of mud, sand, and soil in sharp-edged patterns to create the illusion of pebbled skin like that of a rock grumpus.

I watched him in silence, not sure what to make of his sudden confessional. "Is this fate?" he said suddenly. "No matter how I fought against it, did things always have to play out like the story said they would? I woke up recently. I saw everything clearly for the first time. And the only thing I could think about was seeing you again. That's why I came." But his sincerity didn't move me. In fact, it felt cliché. Tired. Boring. "Well, now that you've seen me," I said calmly, "you can go. I'm busy. Don't expect me to walk you out."

However, life had other plans, ones he never saw coming. One exhausting evening, as he dragged himself home, his phone buzzed with a notification. It stopped him in his tracks. Aria was live streaming. Confused and weary, he opened the video. On-screen, Aria stood in a plain white dress, her tears brimming and her expression vulnerable, like a lost kitten.

Luna Ava from the Moonridge pack asked, and I gave a negative response. She was facing a situation similar to Emily's. She lived with her husband and his Fated mate. Her husband, James, declined to reject his fated partner because he understood it would diminish his wolf's strength. He compelled Ava to approve to it, and she had been living unhappily as a heavy drinker ever since. "You must show courage, Olivia. It won't improve. My bed turned cold three years ago. Now, they have offspring, and it's almost as if I'm invisible. Meetings are the only thing I'm ever useful for," she said, then took a large sip of her wine.

Fenrir POV. “Long time no see, my love.” Fate drawls with a wave of her hand as she transforms into her true form. Like Karma, her golden skin glows, the ancient symbols etched black into her skin, her long black straight hair flows around her. Simple gold rings on each of her fingers connected with delicate chains to bracelets on her wrists. Her skin bare only sheer fabric covers her breasts and mound. Gold chains around her flat stomach. Walking bare foot towards me, her white eyes shine as she looks at me.

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

Her words coming out more like a murmur. “I won't miss your birthday for anything in this world. You look wonderful,” He said as he scanned her entire body, from her hairstyle to her toes. ‘Mate,’ he heard the word in his mind. He swallowed hard as he locked around, then skyward. The moon was yet to appear, her smell become so strong, so strong that Alpha Angelo felt like marking her at that time. His wolf wanting to take his form as he restrained himself, he blinked several times not wanting his eyes to turn. Folded his hands to prevent his nails from elongation, the urge of transforming ass so strong. Aubrey noticed how much he was struggling to rub his eyes. “What's wrong? Does camera fla

“Hmm… I wondered about that. Blaze might not look like it— but he got himself in 3rd place, oh wait, it’s 4th now, with just his fists alone.” “Huh…?” I was surprised. “His rank is just under Persia…!?” I immediately activated my screen and checked the rankings. It made me jaw-dropped. The latest top eight was as so: 1. Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare 2. Kuroyuki Shiroha 3. Persia Silverlight 4. Crimson Veludora Blaze 5. August Whisperwind 6. Rumelia Heartlock 7. Kronos Y Chronoclock 8. Sherry Scarlet Rosenberk

Clad in a blue blouse, fitting black slacks and heels high enough to sprain an ankle, she sat there typing, thanks to my lycan vision, I could make the fine lines of her frown as she stared at the screen. Good Goddess. She was so beautiful. So… perfect that my chest physically hurt. She was so close. So close I could just go to her and smash my lips on hers, kiss her, and devour her very soul from her mouth. And yet, she was impossibly far. My beast surged violently beneath my skin, a possessive growl ripping from my chest. MATE. I rested my hand against the glass unconsciously, needing to be closer. A little more closer. She looked tired. Still upset, but so strong she just kept going. Alwa

While we could never predict the outcome with absolute certainty, it was about the intention. The three Nabellos had solidified their bond with their mates, and their roses were all blue. Apparently, there were five rose colors denoting how powerful fate deemed someone. Black was the most common while gold was the rarest. Blue was the most powerful underneath gold. It made sense because of how powerful Nabellos were naturally. The marks on the vampire’s necks were very interesting. They were abstract overlays and were beautiful. Although, I was still biased with the mark on my girl’s neck. She was my blue flaming phoenix and definitely made of fucking fire.