Fate Strange Fake Light Novels & Stories

The Path of Fate was a path made with special stones. Each of those stones had countless green, glowing runes on them. Those runes shrouded the path in a green light. Furthermore, the light was not just pure light but had transparent energy on it as well. Fane used his senses but was shocked to notice that he could not pierce through the green light with them no matter how much he tried. "How strong is White? How far do you think he can go? Will he be able to get to sixty meters?" Someone said with a curious look on his face.

A smirk tipped my lips upward despite the seriousness of the situation at hand. The light began moving again, so I eagerly followed behind it. I had no idea who cloaked me, but the cloak was strong enough to block everything out including my scent, heartbeat, and breathing. That should have been impossible to accomplish while in the presence of powerful Fae, but alas it was working. The light hovered in front of a large door at the end of the hallway. This was clearly not the front door, which I appreciated because that would have been a dangerous risk to take. I was eternally indebted and thankful to this light and the voice.

I responded with a smile to the stranger. "Greetings, I am Alpha Alexander from the Evergreen Pack; I would appreciate a dance if it's okay with you," he said, and I frowned. He hailed from a different area. Why was he present here?

In the midst of the battlefield, Seraphine orchestrated the chaotic interplay of light and darkness, serving as its focal point. Lira's brain spun quickly as she attempted to pinpoint a vulnerability in Seraphine's defenses. She observed that whenever they used light to attack, Seraphine responded with darkness, and vice versa. "We must disturb her equilibrium!" Lira yelled at Marcus. Utilize both brightness and darkness in our offensive strategies! Marcus agreed, comprehending her plan. He transferred his sword to his opposite hand, causing a shadow to appear on its edge. Unitedly, he and Lira initiated a synchronized assault, combining their abilities of brightness and shadow.

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically

The strange light caused a barrier between us, and while I was on one side, she was on the other side, in a strange face with my kids. She smiled, urging me to hasten my speed. I watched her delicate slender fingers poking out of the other dimension through the light. Picking myself from the floor, I moved towards the big bright light, using my hand to shield my face as it seeped into my eyes, causing it to ache. The mate bond between us formed a strong force, pulling me towards her in a firm grip. Leaning towards her as our fingertips were barely inches away, my name suddenly resonated in the air, followed by a strong wind that shattered the mate bond.

I leaned closer, staring as faint code began to scroll across the display, too fast to read, too familiar to ignore. And then, clear as day, words appeared on the small screen. “Phase III … Fate Restart.” The light flickered once, then went dark. My breath caught, the air around me suddenly still. Something had begun again.

Their whispers filled the air like buzzing insects. “She fell from the sky.” “She looks terrified.” “She smells strange.” “She smells like magic.” “She looks like she might faint.” “She looks like she might set something on fire.” I buried my face in Marek’s shoulder. “Please take me somewhere with fewer eyes.” He carried me inside. The room glowed with strange, bright lights. They hung from the ceiling like tiny suns. “Do not stare directly at the bulbs,” Lucian warned. “Bulbs,” I repeated. “You call your tiny suns bulbs?”

We had promised we would be back, before moving on to the next. And now we were walking along the waterfront, my eyes drawn to the lights strung between the streetlights, and, of course, lighting up the yachts and other ships docked within the harbor. It looked so pretty. “You enjoying it?” Zaine asked, pulling me closer to him, as a group of men walked by on the opposite side of the path, their eyes lingering a little too long upon me, it would seem, as Zaine gave them a warning glare. His body language altered almost immediately. Defensive. Aggressive. This was not like him. Not unless pushed...

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”