Lancelot Fate Go Novels & Stories

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.”

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

Everything I saw in the future Aragon revealed tells me that staying as Lacy means destruction, pain and a tragic end. I deserve better. Zella deserves justice. And fate owes me a correction. I lift my chin. “I accept.” Zella mirrors me. “I accept.” The garden brightens. The glowing dust ring spins faster, then rises into a dome around us, sealing us inside. Aragon chants some incantations with a commanding softness. The words twist the air, making the flowers bow and the sky ripple. The two lights plunge into us. I gasp. Then the world dissolves.

I mocked, and despite how venomous my words were, there were traces of fatigue in them. " I am not here to talk about that." He was now standing next to me, and looking at him up close, he appeared visibly disturbed which was surprising especially since, things were leaning his way. From Ford's success, my elimination, whether through death or through public humiliation, and I would have no option but to give up my Luna duties, and then, he would finally get married to the woman of his dreams, Amery, everything was clearly panning out to his favour. But he didn't look elated.

He’ll let his feelings be known once we know the outcome. The hours tick by, and still nothing. I try calling Elwin, but it just rings and rings. My heart slowly sinks. Surely Luca’s pack hasn’t gotten this strong. Surely, they haven’t wiped out three hundred wolves? By 9pm Ren and I are sitting next to Illian, nursing large tumblers of whiskey. The complete silence of the day has finally sunk in. We’ve failed—spectacularly. Suddenly, the door slams open and in walks Elwin with two other warriors, Kenneth and Brax. I sit up, my whiskey sloshing over the rim of my glass. Ceraon is instantly alert in my mind.

“It is lovely to meet you, Sapphire.” “It's lovely to meet both of you,” I replied. “Ashton failed to mention just how elegant his mate was.” I felt my cheeks warm slightly. “I prefer letting people discover that themselves.” Ashton responded. “Well, consider us impressed.” We spoke a little more before Ashton guided me toward another group nearby. “This Delegate Rowan Hale. He represents King Marshall of Lunarfield.” The man bowed slightly. “His Majesty King Marshall sends his regards to the Lycan King and his Luna. He unfortunately could not attend personally this year.”

Its breath was hot and foul on my face, fangs bared inches away from destroying me. I looked into the silver eyes of the wolf and something cracked in my chest. Ronan. A tear slipped from my eyes, my body slumping underneath the wolf’s heavy weight at the cold realization. Of course, it was him. Father probably sent him to finish the job. Or even Selene. A defeated whimper left my mouth as I resigned to fate. I waited. And waited. And then, a loud growl shook the entire earth from the very core. Whimpers rang through the air as a shadow flicked around. One by one, wolves went down, and in the blink of an eye, the forest floor was painted red.

I stepped closer, my voice quiet and cruel. “And now that you want it, I’m supposed to say yes immediately?” He tried to explain, but I lifted my hand. “Forget it.” I met his eyes. “Since you love your game so much, let’s play one more.” “…Game?” “Yes.” “Bring twelve slips of paper. Write your name on one. Leave the rest blank.” I held his gaze, unblinking. “If I draw your name first, I’ll marry you on the spot.” “But if it’s the twelfth...”