Noble Fates Novels & Stories

Alexander managed to stay calm as he talked, ‘Hey man, isn’t it rather rude of you to barge into my house and cause a nuisance here? You don’t have courtesy for anything? Is that how you paupers behave? The mysterious man continues laughing, “Did you just call me a pauper, he said; If not that I am in a good mood, I should have landed a blow on your face. Do you think you can keep all this property to yourself? For your information, I am Nathan Mayors, the rightful heir to these properties and I have come to take everything from you…I mean everything!”.

"I couldn't let you die. You understand that, right? Not when I was given a second chance by one of the Three Toms. You are too important." Agent frowned. Again, Nickel was talking about the Three Toms. That wasn't a normal Hare concept. He was aware that a trio of Fates existed for them, but it was something else. Agent couldn't recall what they called it but now that he was thinking more clearly, he wondered if Nickel meant a literal Fate had saved him.

He had spent days pouring over the maps, but wanted clarification on a few things. "The Fates live in the Mystic Spires atop Dew Mountain. I have only seen the mountain from afar. Only those who are Favored of the Fates or foolish go in the Fate's territory. We have a song. In your language it goes: Beyond the land of ice and snow, you'll find a land of green. There make your home in palace white above the hills and trees. It is the key to finding the Fates, but I have no idea what it means. I am sorry I cannot be more help." Bolemir balled his fist in frustration. He felt like he was asking them to build a house without giving them all the tools.

And then, I freeze when I see the next slate. Aria Vale. My slate. Already carved. I lift it with shaking fingers. Silver letters blossom across the surface: Status: Not Yet Failed Not yet. The implication hangs like a noose. But below that is more text forming. A second line. I watch it etch itself into existence, heart turning to ice. Designation: Wolf of Two Fates My breath catches. “What does that mean?” I whisper. “Two fates? Kael and…?”

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL It was a few weeks before school was about to start. The Fates had settled into their apartment of campus well they were going by new names for their time in the mortal realm. Cleo, Lakeisha, and Andromeda Moiria. Their apartment was fashioned in a typical college dwelling but they each had their own room. Cleo was the youngest, bright and bubbly, her room had a hint of a princess feel to it, almost a child like quality. Lakeisha being the middle sister, slightly mature and kind, her room was sophisticated with a girly feel. Andromeda, who went by Andi, her room would be classified as a gothic mean girl. It was different shades of purple and black hues with a sign on the

Before we get into the realm, we need to talk about the fates. The fates go by the names, Arantxa, Malfada and Ataturé, each having the respective role of creating the life of a mortal, Speaking good, bad and challenges into the life of the mortal and ending the mortal's life. These beings are seen as heavily ornamented females clothed in white gowns and jewelries of plain gold. Over to Abaddon the realm itself. Abaddon is a certified realm that is connected towards earth, serving as the realm of the fates. Possessing red clouds and an ugly and dead environment, it lives up to its name, "Abaddon" which translates to destruction.

“My queen deserves her own throne.” I roll my eyes and take a seat. Leave it to Lucifer to make such a blatant statement. Of course, a large part of me feels giddy, but I don’t let him see it. Bree gives me a wide-eyed look and takes the seat beside my throne. Once everyone has been seated, Amara begins to talk. “So we’ve been working on finding a way to help you and your angel. As I reviewed the tomes, I found that the fates seemed to be mentioned as key figures in the prophecies, which is why I chose to focus on the fates rather than the prophecy.”

Thank you so much. Jayden Alexander Krigston, the heir apparent to the Falcovian throne is promised to get married to his childhood love Rosaleigh Isabelle Bloemen, the Crown princess of Orbloem. But fate has other plans... Join Jayden to witness all the ups and downs in his journey to fulfil his NOBLE PROMISE. Is this story meant for a HAPPY ENDING? Keep reading. Copyrights © 2020 by B_Iqbal All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotation in a book review.

“But they’re still young. Imagine what they’ll be like at eighteen.” He shivers dramatically. “They’ll be puppet masters if those boys don’t man up a little.” Layla bursts out laughing in my mind. He really thinks he’s not wrapped around our little fingers, she teases. I laugh with her. He is our puppet. But that’s okay. Because I love him. I respect him. And so do Baylee and May with their mates. It’s how it’s meant to be. The Alpha may be the head of the pack. But the Luna? The Luna is the neck. And the neck can turn the head any way she wants.

She takes a step back and stands in front of us as she unties the ribbon from her waist and holds it out for us with her palms open. "I, Luna Sabina of the Black Dessert Moon Pack, stand as witness to my mate and true Alpha Valerio of the Black Dessert Moon Pack as he transfers his heritage to his firstborn son and next true alpha Arsen of the Black Dessert Moon Pack." She speaks without pausing before looking up. Everyone else looks up after her. The moon that was once as white as snow darkens. The color of red forming. It won't be long before the moon is crimson red. I smile. If the moon had not changed, it would have been alarming.