Fate Zero Novels & Stories

The Festival of Fools The palace was awe-inspiring, its golden minarets climbing up towards heaven. I flew overhead, circling above the party, hidden in the night’s darkness. Below, humans danced under the moonlight, their laughter a symphony of ignorance. Nobles in dazzling gowns and luxurious robes filled the courtyard, cheeks stained with wine and indulgence. But my gaze found only one. Prince Fred. He wore silver-trimmed armor, his dark locks framing a face carved with quiet strength. Unlike the others, he was still, unreadable. There was something in his eyes—something that made the fire within me coil with curiosity.

Unfortunately, the day when he was on his mission he die, I was never told how exactly he died but the unseelies had something to do with it, every one of them submitted but they were not very powerful during those times. We had just performed a send-off ceremony for your father when I received news that the fountains were producing less dust, the south fountain is the one known to the fairies but there are other three fountains for every region the North, the south, and the east but they are invincible and can only be seen in the eyes of the queen.

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.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

As I approached, the sounds of laughter and camaraderie reached my ears, a symphony of hope and resilience. Zero's figure came into view, his demeanor a testament to the transformation he had undergone. The feral edge that had once marked his presence had been replaced by a sense of purpose and camaraderie. His eyes met mine, a fleeting expression of gratitude passing between us – a recognition of the role we had played in each other's journeys. "Hey, I can see that you have decided to settle here," I stated him, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Hello," Zero replied, his voice carrying a note of warmth that had been absent in our earlier encounters. "I just wanted to thank y

he thought, gripping the edge of the shower wall, "I’ll find you. Just hold on. Please." The water streamed down his back like a soft exhale from the Moon itself. And then— Zyon, come to my study. Now! The voice slammed into his mind without warning, echoing through the bond like a thunderclap. Zyon exhaled slowly, letting the water run for a few more seconds. Then he turned off the tap, reaching for the towel with practiced ease. His movements were unhurried—steady, like someone who didn’t want to leave the silence behind. He dried off and pulled on a simple, comfortable outfit.

“You are the flaw. The mistake. The proof that control is never absolute. He built systems to dominate and erase, and you exist outside them. That terrifies him.” I thought of the way the pathogen had screamed when my body broke it down. I thought of Lucas freezing in the courtyard. I thought of the transformed wolves stopping, staring, uncertain. “If I live,” I said slowly, “I can stop him.” “Yes,” Subject Zero replied. “If you live, you can end what he started. If you die, others may fight, but they will fight blind.” The light leaking from my body pulsed weakly. The thin space trembled.

His words were clipped, his eyes boring into Zaiden’s like he could end the whole argument with a stare. Zaiden’s jaw flexed. “Maybe you should learn to move faster. Or are you waiting for a written invitation? She’s already mine. Fate picked.” “You think I care about fate?” Zyran shot back, voice lowering as the air grew heavier. “I make my own fate. If you want her, you’ll have to fight for her. And you know how that ends for you.”

Seventeen - Daniel King's POV – (Ringtone playing) (Callalily- Stars) (A picture of you reminds me how the years have gone so lonely–) I heard my favorite song playing. It made my eyes slowly opened. I carefully sat on my bed, feels like my body is too heavy to move, and squeezed my eyes for a few times. I swivel my head to find where the song came from. I'm sure it’s here somewhere since I never bring my cellphone during school days.

"I don't take myself and Rylan's personal suffering very fun." Fate shakes his head at me, his closing strides toward me are ones I refuse to react to. My body is as frigid as a marble statue as he sits next to me, the bed sinking down with him. He smells strangely delightful, like walking through a forest at the crack of dawn. If sunlight and shadows together had a scent, he would describe it. "Your mate will be someone whose mate died many years ago," Fate continues, as if I hadn't spoken just before. "I might even be nice and let you choose who you would like to mark you in the end."