Lancelot Fate Go Novels & Stories

Once he found it, Lancelot handed it to Viggo, who was still reading the other book. "Read this," Lancelot commanded. Viggo stopped reading the book he was holding and turned to the book that Lancelot had just indicated. "Adolphus's death was not due to human jealousy, but because of the surge of emotions from a human turned Lycan who desired power and immortality," Lancelot's father wrote in the book. Viggo stopped reading. His breath felt constricted, making it difficult for his lungs to breathe. Just as Viggo was about to get up from his seat, Lancelot stopped him again and made him read the last page of the book written by Lancelot's father.

“You can’t change fate, Lambert. You said you won’t her!” Lambert’s eyes flashed with anger. “Watch me.” In a swift motion, Lambert drew a knife from his belt and pressed it against Laurel’s throat. “Say goodbye to your mate, Earl. I’m going to end this prophecy right now.” “No!” Earl shouted, his heart hammering in his chest. “Don’t do this, Lambert. Killing her won’t save you. It will only seal your fate.” Lambert’s hand trembled slightly, but his resolve hardened. “I’m not afraid of fate. I make my own destiny.”

“... I crawled to the riverbank and that's when I saw the arrow in the water, I reached in and pulled it out. In my heart I knew that Lilli had fallen into the water, but there was no sign of her anywhere. That's when I blacked out again and next, I woke here.” “Thank you, Drake, for your honesty, and although I sense you haven’t told me everything, I'm happy with what you have said. In regard to Lance, he was released a couple days ago and is recovering at the castle. I can't do anything to punish Lance for acting the way he did, as I still have a contract with his father to honour.” This is a surprise to me. “But Sire how does that work without the wedding? Surely Dracovia needs to be rule

Lothaire grumbled to himself. "Because you love my ass" "No contradiction. It's one hella ass," he said with heat, raising the temperature around them. Willow cleared her throat. She peeked through the window and sucked her breath. "This is where it ends," Lothaire informed her after a while as the road turned to a rocky path. Just a few more miles. Willow knows he is not talking about the mage but the mission. "How can you be so sure?" "Because HE will come with his Mage."

That's when Wen Shaoqing was coming from the front, and Mido was also following him. She kept moving forward without looking, and in an instant, she came to know when her balance got disrupted. Rong lost her balance, and with it, the cake held in her hand jumped and fell on the Shaoqing's body. That moment came to a standstill when everyone's gaze shifted from Li He to Shaoqing. Everyone was stunned to see that scene. However, Rong fell to the ground. And her knees seemed to get a cut. While tugging her hair back, she stood up. Her eyes popped out of her socket as she was shocked to see Shaoqing drowned in the cake.

There have only been three recorded soulmate bonds since Lycaon's death, the son of Pelasgus and his soulmate. Lilith continued to read as she walked past Oscar and his sluty arm candy. This caused Oscar to stare at her in shock, disbelief, and a little hurt that Lilith ignored him. This caused his inner wolf to whimper in pain and sadness as they watched helplessly as their Mate acted like they didn't exist.

Without another word, I walked to my spot, completely ignoring Miguel’s stare. "Now back to the reason I summoned you all this evening. I had thought long and hard about my retirement since this morning, when the idea came to me. With the news about my beloved Fiona, my mind was completely made up. So I have her to thank for my future break." "Did you just say this morning? Are you joking? You called me back from my vacation, from Hawaii because of an idea you formed this morning?" I shouted at him, then looked at Miguel, who instantly looked away. Was he being serious right now? Perhaps he was going to die, but this time not from the assumed ailment, rather he would meet his demise in my ha

It was brittle with age, but the ink was still vivid, written in the same shimmering runes. I unfolded it carefully, my heart pounding as I read the words: “In the heart of the eclipse, the truth shall be revealed. Seek the altar of shadows, where light and darkness converge. There, the fate of the bond shall be decided.” “The altar of shadows...” I murmured. Lucas leaned over my shoulder, his brow furrowing. “I’ve heard of it. It’s a place of immense power, hidden deep in the Shadowlands. If the prophecy is right, that’s where you’ll find the answers.”

There was something in his eyes—something that made the fire within me coil with curiosity. I had expected fear. I had expected terror. But he wasn’t afraid. And then, the king stood, lifting his goblet high, his voice booming across the courtyard. “Tonight, we celebrate the beginning of our kingdom’s future! A future free from the darkness cast by the last dragon’s shadow!” The crowd erupted into cheers. Goblets clashed together. Laughter rang out. I growled. Fools. Did they not realize their enemy hovered above them? Enough. Time had come.

“What do you mean?” “He’s in a coma,” Daniel said while he rubbed his temple. “The stab wounds were deep, and he lost a lot of blood. One of the blades punctured near his ribs and affected some of his organs. If your father wasn’t a Lycan, he would have died instantly.” I clenched my fists hard. “So you’re saying he still has a chance?” Daniel hesitated. “I can’t promise anything, my lord. His body is fighting, but his chances of survival are very low. Only the Moon Goddess can decide his fate now.”