Noble Fates Wiki Novels & Stories

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

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.

"Enough playing. Who is Arabella?" Matilda hums thoughtfully, then turns to a stack of ancient books in the corner and pulls one from the pile. She places it on the book stand in the middle of the altar, and the pages flip open on their own. "There was a prophecy," she begins, "several years ago, about the alpha's son - Adam - and his destined mate. The daughter of Alexander, the overthrown alpha of the skyline pack, and Freya, the most powerful witch in all the seven packs."

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?

I could feel them looking, and when I looked up, they would shift their gaze to something else. It was infuriating. Being treated like I was carrying a disease. It was fucking infuriating. I took a loud slurp of my coffee and huffed. If they wanted to avoid me, then I would entertain myself. And I had just the right thing to do. With that, my fingers hovered above the keyboard and typed one name. A very dangerous name. A very stupidly handsome name. Azrael Zephyros. The moment I typed it into the search bar, my screen fucking exploded with results. Thousands of them. Articles, interviews, magazine covers, Forbes ranking, Charity galas… fucking everything. And photographs.

Because on one hand, this will solidify their status, on other hand, they can get easier access to make contacts with Nobel household. In the Atlas Kingdom, the status of Noble families is very important. There are many wealthy and influential people in the Kingdom yet they still need to show respect towards Nobles. In the Atlas Kingdom, It is not easy to receive a Noble title, people need to either gain merits by joining the Kingdom’s military or contribute many accomplishments. Either way, it is hard and near impossible to gain noble titles for commoners. Although there is an instance where certain genius individual contributes and invent new inventions for the Kingdom, they are gifted wit

Hildegarde explained in detail. “I see. Thanks for the heads up.” Mane replied. Mane’s Scouting Ability allowed him to sense pretty much everything within a 100 meter radius, but beyond that there was little he could do. Thankfully, he had a fairy with him. Although Hildegarde was a Low Ranked Fairy, she was strong. She was so strong that she could sense Ivor’s strength and the law he specialized in even though she wasn’t a Scholar. That was only possible if one was several times stronger than the other person. Mane reckoned that Hildegarde might be a Noble! Nobles were Nobility Realmers who had truly stepped into the realm of power across the universe. Mane had never met one before, and alt

Someone like her. A Half Noble, Half Servile. Her mother is a servile and the father she never knew was a noble. Though her mother said she is not a bastard. She never wants to talk about anything concerning her father. As the name implies, Noble, the nobles are wealthy, rich, spoiled people in their society and were originally descendants of royal kings and queens but as the world advanced there were no kings and queens but politics, president democracy and stuff. High men and women. Celebrities. Doctors. And all those high positions.

“But yes. They are like sports drinks. And tea.” Abertha relaxing helps me let go a little. Breathe a little deeper. I take a sip from my cup. It’s sweetened with honey. Just how I like it. “First off, it’s not Fate, it’s Fates. Plural. And they aren’t necessarily working together. You’ve got the sports drink Fate who is all about the results. Hydration by whatever means necessary. Pups, pups, pups. That’s all she cares about. But then there’s the tea Fates.”

Yo nodded and climbed up the stairs to his floor. "Someone Special. Noah Gabriel". He murmured before entering his room. *************** It was the D Day. The contestants were excited and nervous. The whole Engineering Faculty was in the hall to support Ming, the moon. They had prepared bouquets of red roses to make sure he won. Wayo was participating too. But he had already informed Noah that he doesn't want to win any title. So focus on their moon. But he knew Noah would have prepared something for him. Ming was excellent in Muay Thai. His skills were no joke. Noah could clearly see the voting lines going up for Ming. And he couldn't be more proud of his junior.