Lancelot Fate Novels & Stories

He always uses a golden glove to hide it. "What do we do father?.." I asked. "Her blood can make the king immortal." Harrod answers. "Who?." "King Gerald's daughter." Father replies. "So?." "Get me her blood or I'll take away your right as the prince!." Father says with a serious look. I sigh and nod affirmatively. "No worries. Where is she?." I speak through gritted teeth. I'll do anything when it comes to having the throne!!. SAGE ACADEMY

she said with a shaky voice " Remember what? Have you been crying?" I asked noticing some dry tears on her face and her puffy eyes. " He couldn't make it," she said " who?" I asked " He said I should give you this, you will understand after reading," she said while giving me a letter. THE LETTER..... Hello, Lucy! before I start, I want to apologize for not being there now, I want to apologize for saying my last words to you on a piece of paper. I knew a day like this will come but not so soon. If you are reading this now, just know that I have gone forever.

Lancelot softened his voice seeing Erebus being so upset, "So I guess it's hearsay after all. But it's always the most powerful we wizards look for, and that's why we are after the gift of the tree." "Thanks for saying that." Erebus said in a defeated voice. He couldn't be mad at Lancelot, not when he was trying to comfort him. It wasn't even Lancelot's fight anymore. He was dead. It wasn't his responsibility, nor in his benefit if he lied. But Erebus just couldn't accept that his whole life was a lie. "I'll tell you another thing," Lancelot sighed, jumped down from the branch he was sitting on, "I don't know if it's related to this, but maybe you'd be interested."

The most important thing is for you to get ready for the task ahead of you. 'Task ahead of me?' 'You have a huge task ahead of you. And you must be ready to stand right beside Lancelot.' 'Lancelot hates me. He would not even allow me stand by him. He almost....' something suddenly occurred to me, 'wait, am I dead? Lancelot wanted to kill me. Am I dead? Is this the after life?' The cocoon of peace surrounding me seemed to scatter immediately. I went into full panic. She gently laid a hand on my shoulder and I immediately calmed down as if she used magic. 'You are not yet dead but you almost died. Your destiny is intertwined with that of Lancelot. No matter how much you both run, destiny would

Or maybe she is trying to make Lancelot like me so I won't have to pretend to be his dead lover anymore? Lancelot chuckled. "Ophelia is very beautiful and kind, but I only like her as a friend. My bride is waiting for me outside this place. As soon as I'm out of here, I will go find her wherever she is and I will marry her like I promised. I don't care if she had aged, or if her physical traits are not the same as before. I will love her the same way."

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...” “Then you wait twelve years.” A pause. “Do you dare, Adrian?”

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.

I exhaled a breath I don't know I have been holding in. "As I told him, his trip would be just like the first one...fruitless. They have their minds made up and there is nothing this trip would do" she related to us. "You told him that?" I asked in disbelieve. "I did" she gave us water and sat down on one of the couches "Lancelot is a very adamant man, just like his father" Why would Lance want to go against the heeding of the witch just to get himself killed? What is wrong with that man? What if anything goes wrong all because of his disobedience?

“Indeed. My daughter and your son, Lancelot, are mates.” Lachlan’s eyes sparked with astonishment at the unexpected revelation. “What?” He turned his attention to Lyra. “Lancelot found his mate at last? How did you learn this? If you're aware, he should be too.” Lyra blinked and took a step closer before saying, “Alpha Lancelot is aware that I’m his mate, Alpha Lachlan. However, he ignored me and took another woman home,” she confided, her expression carrying a note of sadness.

“You’re late.” “I took a shower,” Zyon replied, tone clipped but calm. Jettson didn’t blink. “The Full Moon is coming. You remember what that means?” Zyon exhaled slowly, nodding. “I do.” Jettson’s voice deepened. “You’ve had seven years. The pack has been patient. I’ve been patient. But we can’t wait forever.” Zyon’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t look away. “A Luna isn’t just tradition,” Jettson continued. “She’s your balance. Your anchor. She keeps the pack whole through you.”