Lancelot Fate Novels & Stories

So, I took the leap. “Yes,” I said. “I’m ready to leave-" The door behind us busted open. I spun around too slowly. Jared came lunging in, blood streaming down his face. A dagger was lodged in the side of his head, crooked and horrifying, but somehow, he was still moving. Still alive. With a roar, he surged forward, the blade in his hand aimed straight for Kael’s neck. “Kael!” I screamed. Kael moved fast, too fast for a dying man to match. He caught Jared mid-lunge, twisted his arm until a bone cracked, and slammed him against the wall.

“For the love of godess, can someone at least answer me? I know I'm talking to someone, and I know I asked a question. Why won't anyone give me an answer?" My voice echoed sharply through the hall, filled with anger and frustration. Hope’s hand brushed lightly against my arm under the table, a grounding touch. Just enough to calm me down. I exhaled slowly and forced myself back under control. After what felt like a full long hour but was probably just a few seconds, Elder Murphy finally spoke. “His mate.” The room felt suddenly smaller. I stared at him. “What?” He swallowed. “You must be refarring to his mate, your Majesty. Alpha Magnus' mate. That's the one we know of so it must be her. She

Please, Selena. Please, let Vance's report be untrue. I'd be fine if it turned out he made that story up. I looked forward and among the elders, I spotted Vance. On his right, Melissa sat with a smirk. “Tonight, I shall pronounce the fate of Elana Lancelot, daughter of Late Marie Lancelot." My chest pounded as his voice broke thought the haze in my brain. My fate. He declared “my fate". “She shall become Cassian Thorne's breeder."

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

"I wonder what that is." Hunter smiled, his eyes seemed to know what Lucian was talking about. "You know the answer what it is, young Kryst. You are not the Champion of Hwā Elisa if you can't figure this out." Lucian's eyes flashed in anger when he heard the queen's name. But he couldn't bring himself from snapping at the old man. He knew it was true somehow at some point. "I was. But not anymore," he seethed. The four Knights didn't answer. It gave Lucian time to calm his nerves.

“I’ll watch over you then, and when you are finished, we will commence summating our marriage,” Xuanlu said, leading. Blake three sat up and began his cultivation, drawing more and more of the Power of Faith into him. It became apparent that Lucy could no longer cultivate as the Power of Faith began to be drawn towards Blake. She then slowly got out of bed and went to wash the sex off of her body. When she finished, she observed the sitting man before her, and a wave of pride hit her. This was her man now and should hold a place with her people. I’ll declare him as the new King of the Fallen. I also will be bringing in an heir to my people. Lucy proclaimed with determination and then held on

he cried. “Carl… it’s alright. This was my mission,” Landon said weakly. “I tried to distract the enemy so your pregnant wife and her doula could escape. That was more important than my life. Knowing you’ll meet your child… that’s my joy. They must’ve fled into the woods—it’s their only option. Goodbye, my king.” With those final words, the light in Landon’s eyes faded. Carl, filled with rage, transformed into his true Lycan form. He swiftly annihilated every enemy in the mansion. The survivors fled into the woods.

From what I heard, Vivian, he has a video recording of you and Ronan," Lancelot stated bluntly. Vivian turned her gaze elsewhere. "I didn't intend to follow through," she murmured. "However, you were part of it," Lancelot replied curtly. Vivian searched Lancelot's eyes again. "Why does it matter so much?" "Will you watch in silence while they break me piece by piece?" Lancelot folded his arms, a shadow of amusement in his eyes. "You're not in the hands of just anyone, Vivian."The one who holds you isn't just an Alpha, but he's the one that fate made your mate.

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.”

The sky started getting bright and it was dawn already. "I will stop you," Lucus said as he looked at his book. "What are you thinking, Death?" Fate said as she looked at him "Don't do something that you might regret." Lucus looked at her, his grey and his hair peach. Fate looked into his eyes "You are right, I am the end. So I'll decide who's end I will be" He said and disappeared among the black clouds. She stood watching the skylight grow brighter "Not good"