Fate Watch Order Novels & Stories

Nix pushed closer to the barrier. “I’m organizing them so I know what order they came in.” Why do you need to read them in order? Megan asked. It’s all the same information, right? “Yeah. It is, but I want to know what order they come in.” But why? Nix asked again. It won’t change anything. “No. But it will give me a timeline.” I sighed as I finished the stack. “I’ll be able to see what he sent and when.” And what happened around the same time? Nix asked.

At least I still have one week to rest. "Thanks Aishi! You're the best!" I told her and giggled. [Whatever, Yasha] I bet Aishi’s rolling her eyes now. [Oh, before I forgot, the movie trailer of Surprising Turn of Fate will be aired starting tomorrow so you must watch it.] She again informed me. "Alright. Hm, are you at the restaurant at this moment?" [Yeah. I know you're still tired, so don't worry about the resto, we can manage it well. All you have to do is to gain all your sleepless nights, then take a rest, okay?] I smiled from what she said.

The servant quickly called for the healer, panicking. "Alpha! You can't focus on the dead. Our Luna is carrying your pup. Please, come see her!" At the next moment, Kaelen grabbed the silver knife and held it against the maid's neck. She looked up, startled, only to meet his furious eyes—eyes that were as cold as death. "Who did you call dead?" he growled. "You witch! This is what you get for speaking out of turn!" With a swift motion, he slashed the knife across the maid's neck, and blood poured out, staining the floor.

Meeva's pov He came with the sound of horns blowing across the valley, with a sea of warriors cloaked in black and steel, standing tall beneath the rising sun. Kael had declared war. And just like he promised, he hadn't come alone. From the bedroom window, I saw them, rows upon rows of the Brawnstorm Pack lined like a force of nature. At their helm was Kael, his eyes locked on the gates of Jared's estate like a predator ready to strike.

“Old rite.” “Older than banners,” Lefu agreed. “We don’t need full ceremony—only focus, scent, and a lunar hour.” Tristan grunted. “Then we do it. Tonight.” “Tomorrow,” Lefu corrected, glancing at the brass ring set high in the wall: a simple moon-clock that Pine Wood’s wolves read as easily as breath. “First dark of the crescent. The Moon listens sharper then.”

seemed tired, but much more relaxed than he had when I first entered the room. He was a gorgeous man. Even without the beautiful glowing light around him, he would have been the most attractive man I had ever seen. I could only imagine the affect he had on women in general, they must have thrown themselves at him. I was pleasantly surprised that I was able to maintain my self-control and not throw myself at him again. The magnetic pull I felt demanding physical contact was still there, but for the moment my body was calmed by his presence in the room. As my eyes moved from his mouth to his eyes, I realized he had been watching me stare at him. A blush creeped into my face as I caught a glim

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

She was caught off guard by this sudden development, but now perhaps she was aware of who she was sitting across. She was sweating profusely and her eyes were shaky. The things happening around her were no joke, everything was real. The man sitting across her. These men who seemed more like contracted killers. And also the bell boy, who held his knife with precision with an intention to get his job done. Every single thing happening around her was real, and she lost her control. A tear rolled down her cheek as she sat in between all the pointed weapons, and he sat across her with a smug and cunning look on his face.

He turned it over again and again in his hand. “What does it mean?” Bree asked beside him. “I don’t know,” Raymond admitted. “But it’s not a warning. It’s a door.” Selene entered moments later, holding an old book recovered from the ruins of the Moonborn library. She opened it without speaking and pointed to a page. There it was. The same symbol. The Eye Ring. Raymond read aloud, “The Silent Watchers. An order that predates the packs. Hidden. Nameless. Protectors of the boundary between life and the beyond.”

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.