Fate Stay Night Visual Novels & Stories

she laughed as she walked towards the door and opened it. She gaped at him for a moment, Noor didn’t expect to see a handsome young man who wore a sky blue kaftan, an apple watch that is worth her school fees for at least four years, black loafers, and Cartier sunglasses "Afraah if you’re ready let’s go," he said in a deep calm tone that almost melted Noor’s heart

Slowly edging closer I caught a glimpse of the goddess standing next to him. A vision in deep purple, her blonde hair styled up and lips a gorgeous pale pink for a change. It was strange how she was the most glamorous woman in the room tonight, her dress outshone everyone else by far. Like a lovestruck teen I found myself pausing, taking a second before making an approach. Like an unveiled butterfly she was flourishing under the lights. Only Troy was getting more looks, killing it with a flamboyant jacket I was tempted to purchase for work.

Just as the thought settled, a desperate cry rang out behind me. "Please let me go! I am begging you!" I turned around in shock. Vivian was kneeling on the ground. Her exposed arms were covered in bruises, appearing blue and purple. Her ankle seemed injured as well. Blood seeped steadily from the mottled wounds. Luca stood over her from above. He slowly placed his right foot on the back of her hand, pressing down harder and harder. Only when she let out a painful groan did he speak, his tone light and amused, "Call me master."

I felt my body rising aiming for something that was within reach. “Cum for us Red. Come on, do it,” Hayes ordered. I could not resist even if I tried. I screamed feeling several waves of pleasure. There were several people downstairs but I could not care less at the moment. I slowly opened my eyes to see Hayes slowly licking his fingers clean. My legs felt like jelly. Their eyes glowed a bright golden hue and that brought me to my senses. I slapped Noah’s hands off and got on my wobbly feet. “What have you done?”

Heaven knows if I dare say anything I will burst out in tears. To answer my unasked question however, I lowly gasp when billboards start showing a live broadcast. Wolves are shown brutally tearing witches like they are nothing. Houses are being burnt down and I am sure they belong to the witches too. What catches my attention is the sight of Zane. Bare chest and looking so feral like I have never seen him before. My mate's eyes are red and hold nothing but vengeance. His hands are extended into claws, and his whole body is bloody.