Fe Fates Maid Novels & Stories

I had a feeling that this meeting was more for my mate than the other three of us. “Just like Selene told you to call her by her first time. I want all four of you to call me by mine. Fiora, the Goddess of Fate, is actually my twin sister. She foretold this future battle that would end up destroying everything that we Gods have built. Our creations would become slaves to the Demacores or would end up being killed. As such, she saw only one way that would prevent that outcome. It involved two incredibly important people. Selene’s warrior and mine. I cannot explain what your role is Maddox, but I am certain that you will figure it out by the end of our visit.”

"Anything!" The maid is quite desperate now as Amerie knows that she won't back down from this. After all, she has the power to make her disappear without a question, an untraceable thread like it has been cut. She stood tall and despite her age, exudes an intimidation that will never be copied by anyone. The maid won't realize the grave mistake she made until she is buried 6 feet underground, but that is something that will happen in the near future and not in the present.

"Enough playing. Who is Arabella?" Matilda hums thoughtfully, then turns to a stack of ancient books in the corner and pulls one from the pile. She places it on the book stand in the middle of the altar, and the pages flip open on their own. "There was a prophecy," she begins, "several years ago, about the alpha's son - Adam - and his destined mate. The daughter of Alexander, the overthrown alpha of the skyline pack, and Freya, the most powerful witch in all the seven packs."

Unfortunately, she has a bad habit of taking full responsibility in the name of loyalty. Winter was stunned. "How did you find this?" "It was a cakewalk to decypher this data. Anyways, where was I? Oh, next is Faye Pearl. Faye is the second oldest of the group. She is spoiled, bratty, has a bad temper, and always causes trouble. But, despite that, she is a very skilled marks(wo)man. Unlike Assassins, Mafia Princess isn't ranked by skill level but by generational birth. Faye is the oldest of the 6th generation and ranks 1st by birthright." Asa eyed Apollo. "Meaning she has first dibs on becoming the next Mafia Queen."

“It’s not a blank book see” I hold up the book to show him the page I’m currently reading. He bursts out laughing. “Well it must be written in invisible ink because all I see is a blank book” I look up at Delilah confused as she all but runs to me. “Hmm curious. Faith can you really read that book?” “Yes it’s about the history of the three fates and a some what prophets it mentions the child of light, the moon goddess’s blessed and the dark knight” Both Destin and Delilah look at each other in shock.

So, what Katniss is saying now feels impossible to believe. “I don’t believe you,” I spit, disbelief clouding my thoughts as her words replay in my mind like a scene from a tragic play in a theatre. “You’re making that up. Faes would never use magic to harm others.” “Is that so?” Katniss lets go of my hand and turns to the crowd. “People of Māui, it seems our little Fae here is unaware of the true history of the now-fallen Kingdom of Eris, and the terror unleashed upon the world. Shall we enlighten her?”

"Mas Suma...." *****

Fate Fighters ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍The birth of change CHAPTER 1 Fang city_ The capital of the vampire Empire. "Run call for the physician" the chief maid who had just ran into the queen's room shouted. A maid had suddenly screamed from Zara's hall_ the queen's chamber, others came rushing in, only to meet their Queen Struggling with her breath, while gasping for air.

Vivian had been so consumed by jealousy that her eyes turned red as she stood among those seeing me off, muttering to herself over and over again, "I should've been the Boss's wife. If only I had met the heir first." Now that she had been given a second life, she could not wait to seize what she believed was her rightful happiness. What she did not know was that meeting Luca was not the beginning of happiness at all. It was the start of an even more terrifying nightmare.

I'm not strong enough. So I do what I can. I take off my dress and put on the new one. I look in the mirror. The Jade staring back at me is a woman I don't recognize. She looks high-maintenance, confident, and beautiful. I force a smile and pull my hair into a messy bun. **** I’m standing at the top of the grand staircase watching Zayn, Victoria, and the matriarch in flesh—Amanda Hemsworth—standing in the foyer below. My heart is busy skipping beats and practicing to give up when I’m near her.