Novels by Destiny

Jake stared at his hand, realizing what he'd done."No... Douglas... NO!"Pa Caleb let go and stepped back, the knife still in his hand, watching."JAKE!" Aren screamed,Douglas collapsed to his knees, then to the floor.The second man seized the opportunity, removed Aren's hand from his throat, and gave him a blow on the face. Aren doubled over, stumbling back.Douglas' heart slipped from Jake's hand as he hurried and knelt beside Douglas' lifeless body."Douglas? Douglas! Come on man, come on!"Douglas didn't move."You made a wrong decision," Pa Caleb said, voice cold from behind.Jake turned to look at him. Eyes full of tears, teeth bared.With a loud scream, Jake lunged at him again. They both fell on the floor, Jake on top. Jake used his claws to cut Pa Caleb's face — once, twice — blood spraying.This made the other man distracted. He left Aren and quickly ran to help Pa Caleb.Aren sprinted after him. When he caught up with the man, he twisted his neck. The man fell on the flo

"We are not letting them know the Tidewalker's location, and neither are we freeing it," Sarah shouted. "You may want to rethink that decision," Jake fired. "What?" "Are you forgetting the havoc that monster created? Or the worst it could do if we let it go?" Sarah asked. "So we should let my mom die?" Bonnie asked, voice breaking. "We can save your mom and Jake's aunt. Sarah said. "Just not like this." "How can we do that when we don't even know their location?" Bonnie asked. "If we don't give Pa Caleb and his cohorts the location of where we trapped the Tidewalker, they are gonna kill my aunt and Bonnie's mom," Jake said. "I guess it will be even," Sarah said flatly. "What does that mean?" Bonnie asked. "Rose's mom died. Was that the end of the world?" Rose blinked. "What? Can you hear yourself?" Bonnie shouted. "I can't believe you will even say that!" "You are forgetting you didn't trap the Tidewalker alone," Jake said. "It was teamwork." "Yes," Sarah fired. "And we h

The room was tight. Too quiet."So they took your mom," Rose said, looking at Bonnie.Bonnie was pacing the living room. Back and forth. Hands twisting."And your aunt," Rose added, eyes drifting to Jake.Jake was sitting on the sofa, legs bouncing. Nonstop."The question now is who is 'they'," Sarah said, arms folded against the wall."I didn't know the Tidewalker had followers," Aren said."I'm sure it was Douglas that created them," Rose said."Then why are we not questioning Douglas?" Aren asked.Jake looked up at them. "Douglas doesn't remember a thing.""Jake, I don't think you know how to use what you have to its full potential," Aren said."What do you mean?" Jake asked."You can get information from Douglas mind, brain, whatever," Aren said."How?" Jake asked."He is not a vampire, remember," Sarah said."You didn't think it's only vampires that know that trick, do you?" Aren asked.Jake looked at Sarah."Sarah, you haven't taught me that yet," Rose said."There are a lot of

At night, in the abandoned boat house, there is a little crowd gathered inside. Ten. Maybe fifteen. Hoods up. Candlelight flickering against old fishing nets and wet wood.There were indistinct murmurs coming from the crowd. Low voices. Anxious. Angry.Then the old wooden door creaked open.A man walked in.He was tall. Hair slicked back, soaked from the sea mist. He didn't hurry. He looked at the people at his right hand side, and then those at his left hand side as he walked to the front. The wood groaned under his boots.The murmur stopped abruptly as everyone turned to look at him.Silence, except for water lapping the stilts below.The man faced them."Followers of the Tidewalker," the man started. His voice was low, but it carried. "For a month now, the Tidewalker has been trapped in a location unknown to us."He paused and looked at them. One by one."The leader we all know before Douglas," he continued, "has been freed and can not even remember being a vessel of the Tidewalker

Jake sat by the window, his forehead resting lightly against the cool glass.The seat shook under him with every pothole. Around the edges, the windows were fogged from the long ride, making everything outside look smeared and gray.He hadn’t really slept.His backpack was hugged against his chest, one arm wrapped around it like it was a pillow. His head kept nodding forward every few minutes.The engine hummed beneath him. Toward the back, a kid was playing videos on his phone without headphones. Every once in a while, a burst of laughter came through the tiny speakers.Jake closed his eyes.He’d been counting down to this.It wasn’t that he hated Ashford Cove. He’d settled in. The school. The people. Sarah. Bonnie. Rose.Even the endless supernatural mess that kept finding them.But home felt different. Home was home.The bus slowed.Jake opened his eyes as the buildings outside started looking familiar.The old grocery store.The gas station with the busted sign.The line of trees

For the first time in weeks, Ashford Cove was quiet.Not the strange kind of quiet that made people look over their shoulders. Just... quiet.The Ashford River flowed normally again. No black water. No voices coming from the fog.The fishermen were back. The shops were open. People walked the streets without rushing home before sunset.And, most importantly — Jake and his crew focused fully on school.The bell rang. Exactly eight.Students poured through the gates, laughing, shouting, complaining about homework they hadn't done. A soccer ball bounced past. Someone dropped a textbook.For them, it was just another Monday.For Jake, Sarah, Bonnie, and Rose, it felt almost strange.They had gotten so used to preparing for the next attack that having nothing to prepare for felt wrong.Jake stood by the school entrance, hands in his pockets, watching students walk past. The sun hit the pavement. No shadows where they shouldn't be.Sarah came up beside him. "Feels weird, doesn't it?"Ja