Noble Fates Novels & Stories

“I think your mate is one of the Western princes.” Troy was drawing Ida out of her shell. It was fascinating to watch him work. He was so good at it. “It’s interesting, isn’t it?” Ida asked. “Southern noble she-wolves, mating with princes from every other kingdom.” My mate nodded. “Yes. The Fates had been hard at work, uniting the kingdoms through mates.” “Your mate is from the North.” “Because I’m from the South,” Troy said smoothly and pushed away from the table. “I have some work I need to do.” He gave me a woeful look. “I have to go into the city today. I can’t put it off any longer.”

, she was ready for bed. But as she walked towards her door, she could not help but blink at the small basket of apricot-coloured roses as well as the man holding them. She recognized the flowers of course- Juliet Roses. They were one of the rarest exquisite roses that the world had known. Looking up, she stared into the stormy eyes of the man who brought them and gave a tired smile," Are these pretty things for me, Adi?" Leaning down, he kissed her cheek and spoke," Well, I don't see anyone else here who might enjoy these Juliet roses. Wish you a happy and blessed new year ahead, Fifi."

I asked, sounding sulky. Novalie—Mother's third daughter, known as Noblete, the Goddess of Marriage—was the sister-in-law of Alpha King Azarius, with Prince Atticus as her husband and mate. She spoke gently. "She's tied up with Luna Queen duties at the moment. She may arrive later than expected."

Gretchen sniffed back her tears then said, "Better late then never, isn't it?" With the ceremonial knife in his hands, Nicholas began. "We are all gathered here to witness the marriage of Damien and Gretchen. As in the old times, we recognize that marriage bonds us forever to our mate. In honor of what the Fates have gifted to us, we offer this sacrifice." Damien held out his left hand to Nicholas. With a quick motion, Nicholas sliced his palm open. Damien closed his eyes and cringed as Nicholas did the same to Gretchen. As Nicholas placed their palms together, the glowing white sash of the Fates wove itself around their hands.

I blink and try to focus on my phone while my heart begins to race. He is too close. He needs to step back. For once, my mind kicks in. I lean back just enough so his warm breath can’t reach my face before I glance back up at him. I turn my phone so he can see it and softly hum, “Noble Shane.” Noble Shane has a certain air about it. Well, he is a noble. Not just any noble, but one of the highest nobles in the country. His eyes sparkle as he turns his phone towards me. “I’ve got you in as Princess Deloris.”

You’d think more people would be hesitant to find their fated mates, considering what happened to the previous generation, but I guess the possibility of eternal love and happiness clouds peoples’ rationality. The last two months, Vinny’s pack, The Forza Nelle Tenebre, aka Forza Pack, and Dare’s pack, The Running River Pack, have taken turns hosting full moon runs. A bunch of my pack members have traveled to these events and about fifty of them found their fated mates within the other packs. Small fuckin’ world, right?

*CONFERENCE WITH THE NOBLES AND NOBLESSES* "The lycan was not supposed to be attacked," a noblesse says. A noble on her right snickers. "Are you saying that because you are attracted to him?" The nobless who first spoke and is referred to as noblesse A rolls her eyes. "That is in fact not why." "Then why?" "He is important in our mission," noblesse A says. "Which is exactly why he is not dead," a noble says

“It’s true. You have mated with her.” Murmurs erupt in the room once more. The man to the left of Gabriel steps forward. He was younger than Gabriel and had black hair that hung just above his eyes. The look he gave me held nothing but disgust. “There is only one thing to do, Gabriel. We cannot have a human as our future Luna.” Gabriel runs a hand through his full beard. “That would be a last resort. Do you not think it’s wise, Luke, to figure out who this girl is before condemning her to death? She might not be human.” Gabriel points out.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

I stubbornly told him. " FATIMA!!!!" He called out my name in anger. "Don't you dare do anything to that girl. Marriage is not something that you can build and just break anytime that you want. She's now your brother's wife and you'll respect her for that. She now have the blood of Ahmad El-Mubarak running through her vein, she's now my daughter in law. I'm just trying to hold back somethings because of Aryan, I'm sure that very soon he will come back to his senses and when my son regain back his memory, I'll inform the chieftains to arrange for the coronation..."