Lancelot Fate Novels & Stories

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.

Zaheer said. I smiled. 'How did I end up getting such a loving husband?' He was ready to sacrifice everything for me when I was on the brink of death. His prayers and love brought me back. I'm forever indebted to him. Because of his love and support I was completely healed of my cancer. I had lost all hope but he was always clinging on that small beam of hope. I fall in love with him even more whenever I see him or even hear him. He's my angel that Allah sent for me from the heavens.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, a poignant manifestation of the fear and sorrow that threatened to engulf him. A heavy revelation hung in the air as Levi, his voice laden with the weight of truth, shattered any lingering hope. "It went through his heart, and the blade is stained with wolfsbane," he stated, the words cutting through the atmosphere like a final verdict. The stark reality of Satana's fate painted a somber tableau, extinguishing any glimmer of survival.

Divided into three states: Focused, Highly Focused, and Absolute Focus. 【Common Star Language Lv10】— You are now proficient in the common language of the Star Realm. ... Combat Power Level (Unit: Diel): 2–4 Status: Extremely Fatigued —————— Lancelot’s panel was undoubtedly the most pitiful of his three avatars. Starting as an ordinary person, with no talent, no bloodline, no background... and to top it off, having a father like Grove! Without the awakening of his memories, his life would almost certainly have been one of missed opportunities.

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.

She burned to death in the flames of his betrayal, leaving behind only this cold, unyielding armor of absolute hate. "You aren't shaking anymore," Lancelot observes quietly, stepping up beside me and pressing a possessive kiss against my temple. "I don't have anything left to shake for," I answer, staring at my reflection in the dark glass of the window pane. "The girl who loved him died three years ago." "Good," Lancelot growls, his hand tightening over my hip, pulling me flush against his hard frame until I can feel the dangerous, heavy pulse of his own bloodline against mine. "Because the woman standing next to me is going to wear his crown."

"Do you think you won't die? And when you do, I promise I will find you in hell." Lancelot snorted, "Yeah, that won't happen anytime soon." And how wrong he was, because just a month after achieving his ambition, Lancelot was killed in action, and his soul was sent to hell where Gresha was waiting for him.

“He put me in a room. He said he was going to come back. Tell me where he is, Hunter!” I watched as Hunter sat on my dad's chair. He looked satisfied, like this was what he was waiting for all along. I didn't miss the twinkle in his eyes, and the smirk on his lips. “As we all witnessed tonight, the peace we had endured with the Lycan's for decades ended tonight. All because a wolfless daughter of the Alpha decided to poison one of a Lycan child who was here for the ceremony.” Killed a kid? I scoffed.

A part of me regretted throwing the magazine in the trash can, because if for nothing at all, I could have found out how well he had moved on with his life so I could at least get the closure I needed to move on with mine. But it was all good. Maybe, God let it happen like that for a reason. “Cin?” I heard Sam call out softly, snapping me out of my reverie. “Yeah?” He was driving, so he just shot me a quick glance and turned his attention back to the road. “Uhh, you know…. So I've been thinking,”

He was not an officer, but a brother for now. "He is fine. Just dehydrated. We have transfused IV with essential liquids. He needs to stay for three more hours and then you can take him home Officer. He just needs rest. Take care, excuse me. I will be in my chamber if you need me". The doctor smiled warmly and went to his room. Conrad slumped on the chair while the boys sighed in relief. "How many days left"? He asked no one but Jasper knew the question. "Next week is the last. And then the Gear Ceremony on Saturday". He told him.