Fate Watch Order Novels & Stories

{Third person's pov} Hazel woke up with the sound of the Alarm and looked towards Alan who was sleeping on the couch, she took a deep breath and sat on the bed. Alan groans and turns over at the couch as the alarm was blaring, he wasn't fully awake but when he got somewhat comfortable again, he slowly opened his eyes and sighed at the realization that it was morning again. He sat up and slowly looked over to Hazel who was sitting on the bed "Ugh.. already time for alarms.." Hazel stared at him and snoozed the alarm before getting up from the bed and making her way towards the washroom.

Quietly, I whispered, “Wendy, no matter what comes our way, I’ll always be right here with you.” She glanced at me with a playful smirk. “What’s gotten into you today? Too much sun?” I didn’t reply. I just smiled and gazed at her radiant face, silently making a vow. I had been given a second chance at life, and I wouldn’t make the same mistakes. I would stand by her, cherish her, and right every wrong I had made. As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of gold and amber, the sea breeze carried a hint of evening’s chill.

"I had it prepared especially for you." I turned to look at him, more surprised than pleased. "Mr. White…I mean, Jonah, when is our wedding date?" "What's the rush?" He chuckled. "Are you that eager to marry me?" My heart skipped a beat. After saying that, he gave me a meaningful look and turned to leave. Only after his footsteps completely faded did I finally let out a long breath and sit down on the edge of the bed. Something was wrong. None of this felt right. Jonah's attitude toward me was completely different from how he treated Mona in my last life. Could my choice have triggered a butterfly effect?

Eyes like burning coals stared back at me. “You seek the stronghold,” the figure rasped, its voice like a dying wind. “You seek the last hope of the Order.”I raised Shadowborne, its runes burning. “Who are you?” I demanded.The figure stood, robes shifting like smoke. “I am what remains of the Watcher’s Line—a guardian of secrets. I kept the way closed, but now… the wards are failing.”Clara stepped forward, her flame unwavering. “Then help us. Tell us where to go.”

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."

"You will answer my questions truthfully and without hesitation." She opened her mouth to curse me, but all that came out was "Yes Master." "When the Creator ordained the Fates, how many were there?" She tried to keep her mouth closed, but the order I'd given her forced the air from her mouth. "Two, there were two Fates. Present and Future. There was no need for a past because it was set and unchangeable." Both Nimue and Gwendolyn gasped. Greg nodded. "Then where did you come from? If the Creator didn't ordain a Fate of the Past, who are you?"

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

He changes the slide again and takes a deep, steadying breath. “The role of fate's representatives is to keep fate on track, as we know. Your role appears to be the backup plan. The one to manage and police them should those representatives go off track. The fate reps only receive information about the specific area they are intended to manage, life, death, and so on. They mostly get visions about the things that they need to fix, if something gets messed up in the natural order. Don’t ask me how that works, it is way above my pay grade.” Alex comments drily before continuing.

Her gaze locked onto the monitor displaying the three heartbeats, and for a brief moment she looked centuries younger. Order stepped forward slowly, his attention focused entirely on the screen. The monitor pulsed softly. Three heartbeats echoed through the room. Steady. Alive. “One heir for each kingdom,” Order said quietly. Silence followed. The weight of the statement settled heavily over everyone present. “This is more than we ever thought possible,” he continued. Chaos laughed immediately. Bright. Delighted. “Oh, I’m placing my bets on the hidden one,” he announced cheerfully. “That child is going to be magnificent in the void.”

Damn you, Robert! Wanda cursing inwardly repeatedly while she busy sniffing herself. Make sure his scent hasn’t left any trace on her body. She’s now on her way home. Swiftly changed her new role as a loving and motherly mate for her husband. Leonard Levy. The next heir of Levy clan and Levy Corp. A multi-billion international company that has overruled most countries in Three World. And Wanda must play her role playfully nice in front of him. He’s one of the kind. A type of very jealous and possessive beast. A kind that Wanda must be very cautious on every step which she leads on.