A Moment In Destiny Mga Nobela at Kwento

I finally understood that after all our trials, our love had never truly died. Tears slid from the corners of my eyes. The bright moon poured silver light through the window. Sometime after Asher midnight, a gentle ringing sound broke the silence. It was the communication crystal from my abandoned bag. The melody was sweet but now jarringly intrusive. Lucas tensed above me, his rhythm disrupted. Obviously, it was Asher. Who had time for him now?

After I managed to regain my balance by holding onto the table, I realized that quite a crowd had gathered around us. I looked at Stella, who was writhing in pain on the ground, and next to her was the crystal bracelet my mother had left me. I stood there in a daze, countless images flooding my mind, and my heart started to beat violently. I trembled as I approached, wanting to pick up the shattered pieces of the bracelet. But Zac pushed me away. "Anna! What are you doing?" With a loud thud, my head slammed hard against the edge of the table.

he asked, his words laced with a hint of longing. “Dylan, you are finally here!” As an old yet pretty voice came from behind, he broke the eye contact from my eyes. The soft rustle of Mrs. Daina Aster, Dylan’s mother’s dress accompanied her words, “It’s only been a month and you guys are already in love.” Blushing like a fool, I couldn’t help but feel the warmth spreading across my cheeks. Meanwhile, Dylan maintained his usual straight face, unperturbed by the situation. Mrs. Diana Aster, a beautiful and elegant lady, exuded a subtle fragrance that added to her allure.

Neither cared about the world. Only this moment. Only each other. And somewhere beyond the sanctuary— The Moon Goddess smiled because destiny had finally begun.

“What’s going on?” The silver timer on my arm shimmered with burning low pulse. My brows drew in horror as the date shifted. I grabbed my arm, panic rising up inside my veins as tears blurred my vision. “No no no.” A month had been taken away from my time—Moon Goddess, was that the reason why I bled. I have less than a year. How did this happen? “I can't die. I haven’t gotten my revenge yet. I haven't…” the remaining words shattered against my lungs as the twisting feeling squeezed my chest.

"I have decided that Princess Isabella Rosette Campbell of Elysian will be bound in a wedlock with me, King Nicholas the third of Arcane, two full moons henceforth from this day" he announced and smirked. Yesterday was a full moon day. That means I have two months. Freaking two months!

Destiny squeaked and Calder drew in a breath like he had working lungs, “tis Andy, young miss… our lady Rori has returned, as has the master.” Destiny’s eyes doubled in size as Calder’s tone became ominous, “we must return at once, young miss… Andy says there has been an incident, and we are to be summoned by the master.” Destiny clutched the book she held tightly to her chest and began to chew the inside of her cheeks. “Ok, let’s go home then,” she whispered and Calder bowed at the waist as Destiny disappeared in her signature cloud of dazzling orange dust//

Destiny is running late so we did not walk together this morning. Destiny is my best friend. She is a Bampire, and her father is Trey. Mom turned them when I was months old. We are the same age, our parents, kept us together since we were infants. We are inseparable. I would do anything for her, and she would do the same for me.

Sadly, I could not do that because they would never let me leave if they knew what I was about to do. Everyone had a fate that was written in the books of destiny. It might be for someone to lead a mundane life, have a family, and enjoy the years they had on this earth before they closed their eyes for the last time. One’s destiny was unique to them alone. Mom, for example, was chosen to defeat Loki, God of Mischief, and she did. Only she was capable of it. That was why I was doing this – my destiny.

came a bright, mischievous voice from behind them. They turned to see none other than Destiny Callahan strutting toward them like she owned the entire world. At thirteen, Destiny was the kind of teenager every parent warned their kids about. She was dressed in a fashionable outfit that wasn’t age-appropriate for school, but she made it work, and no one dared to question her style. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around Damien, then gave Anna a warm hug. “Hi, nephews,” she said dramatically. “I came to say goodbye to my youngest nephew before he heads off into the snowy wilderness!”