Darkest Day Destiny 2 Emblem Novels & Stories

Arya argued. "Oh really? You show love by skipping a work day? What are they gonna do that they..... "Wait!!!!!" Arya cut him off with a loud scream. "Geez, we are both in the same car Arya, I can hear even your whisper, why are you screaming?" Ronald scolded. "It's a shame you both don't even know what today is," Arya muttered finally reading meanings to her mom's last words. "Oh my goodness, we've failed them," she retorted as realization hit her.

He asked what it meant and his mom explained the blood. "So she internally bleeds every month. Jeez." Demitri said. He never considered Becca a girl, but now it was too apparent to ignore. He felt terrible that she has to go through that for no reason. Demitri took a walk down to the grocery store and bought some of Becca's favourite gummy bears. She liked when they were bigger because then she could bite the head off better. Demitri knocked and Becca answered. "Oh hi." she said, hoping that Demitri didn't come over to hang out. She was in no shape or mood to do so.

Gathering the black hazes and enclosing them in a tiny sphere. I narrowed my eyes and looked closely at the thing in her hands. It’s a white crystal. She clicked something and it extruded a million spikes. The white wolf’s emblem! “Take good care of it, so as to your promise, Gaverdi,” she smiled and handed the emblem to the man whose eyes now couldn’t blink in disbelief. “That contains your life and death, also your loyalty to your words. Breaking it would end your existence.”

I joined both of my palms together as if I was praying. "Lucifer, I finally figured everything out. I know I was not here just to know about my dark past. I was here to figure out my destiny. I was here to find EVE'S DARK DESTINY. I need your help to do it." I whispered to myself because I knew he would hear it. "Pretty quickly you made up your decision, little Eve. What do you want from me?" I heard him and opened my eyes. I walked towards him and grabbed his wrist.

Black cloth with a silver symbol. An eclipse with a dagger through its heart. The mark of the Eternal Order. "They are already here," Asher said quietly. The torches drew closer. And somewhere in that approaching army, Mordain the Undying was coming to kill me.

"If I go down... promise me you'll step in. Show mercy. Keep the pact alive." Shane nodded. Jake drank another mouthful. "Good." The two stood in shadow, plotting outside the line of honor. Dawn approached with the promise of steel and blood. And Alpha Jake would not let anyone-including his own honor-stand between him and his mate. Because love, revenge, and desperation... thrive in the darkness.

Xylia told him with a slight smile on her face. “I am sure that Lucian will be along soon. That boy is smart enough to follow your scent. Plus, you have to worry about your brothers coming after you.” Dimitri told her with a slight laugh. He led her over to the porch swing. They sat looking out at the night. Dimitri liked this house and how he could sit looking out at the night. Majesta had rings made for the whole family with sunstones, so they could seem more normal. He noticed that Xylia didn’t have one; he worried that she wouldn’t see the sun.

I might have fought to forge a lot of things concerning my life before being one with the pack. I might have forgotten some things without even moving a muscle, but I could never forget that insignia. But that was not even the cause of my outburst. It was who came bearing that insignia. Apparently, all wolf packs have their insignia, their symbol that sets them apart from others. “The insignia for the Darkmoon Pack is a symbol of their unity and strength,” Lucas said when I was still studying up on the pack. I still remember the insignia. It features a crescent moon with its horns pointing upwards, encircled by a ring of fur.

“We do not know what awaits us in this chamber.” My words were met with silence, broken only by the distant drip of water and the soft shuffle of my warriors’ boots. I advanced slowly, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, every sense tuned to the secrets of this place. The markings on the dais were unmistakable: the same sigil of the Forsaken I had seen on that corpse, the mark that had haunted my dreams. It was a symbol of both destruction and rebirth—a balance between creation and annihilation.

War. Then Seraphine emerged from the western archway, her expression tight. “We’ve received a message. From beyond the eastern range.” Jayden turned sharply. “From who?” Seraphine hesitated, then handed him a piece of parchment. “The emissary wouldn’t give a name. Just a symbol.” She unrolled a cloth banner. The room fell silent. Etched into the crimson fabric was a black sun, half eclipsed by a crescent moon—the same design that adorned Ivy’s mother’s journal.