Darkest Day Destiny 2 Emblem Novels & Stories

UNDISCLOSED LOCATION Drom stood up and began making his way over to the dinner table. He was confronted by a knight guard who was near by. The dark bender emblem may be found on the upper right part of his back. Check it out.” The guard confirmed its existence as instructed. “Sir, it's there.” “Then release those restraints,” The councilmen were in a frenzy. “ But the slave emblem! It's possible he's still suffering the effects!”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"And he's so HOT! I've been looking for your boyfriend from everyone. Mesya so so shocks that she is going to pass out. So embarrassing!" "Passed out?" "How she’s not? Because your boyfriend gave her a wonderful wedding gift, hotel rooms cost 25 million per day, and they are booked for ten days." "WHAT ...! 10 days, 25 million per day?" Zeline turned off her cell phone one-sidedly and threw it on the sofa just like that. Zeline walks to the pool to find Ricard. That man was writhing his hands and feet in the pool, making Zeline gulp his saliva. Zeline immediately got rid of all the dirty thoughts that arose and realized what made her want to approach Ricard.

The person wasn't moving, not even a twitch of a finger. "Hey..." The guard who had commented kicked the person on the ground, and no painful groan came back. They glanced at each other and instantly understood something was off. The guard who had commented quickly sat down and turned the body over, and immediately, blood drained from their face. They stumbled backwards, and their weapons fell to the ground. That wasn't all. Not only was the person someone who shouldn't have been there, but the dagger buried deep into her heart carried the royal emblem of Darkmoon, something that only members of the Alpha's family carried and used.

Back inside the cave, Dylan spat out a mouthful of blood as his red insignia appeared on his forehead, glowing brightly. It was shaped to represent a howling commander wolf on a battlefield, which meant he had the warrior insignia. Miah struggled to his feet, his eyes blazing with red fury as his insignia began to fade from his skin. Defeated, yet unwilling to give up, he mustered the last of his strength and charged at Dylan with a final burst of energy. His eyes were wild, filled with murderous intent, determined to kill the young man who had defeated him—to prove his own worth and strength.

He didn’t even try. Years became distant memories the moment she showed up. My lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. Fine… If he could discard me that easily, then I would show him exactly what it feels like to lose something that matters. I cleaned the blade carefully, my mind a roller coaster of emotions. There was only one person who would understand. One person who hated Cassius enough to help me tear his world apart. Alpha Raze Wolfe… *** The journey to the Blood Moon Pack territory was quiet. I kept my hood low, my scent masked, my steps deliberate. No one needed to recognize me, not this close to their borders.

Darkness was his only ally in the battle that was unfolding, and he was willing to dive deeper into the dark abyss to achieve his goal. Justin understood that as long as Maya resisted the mark of the supreme alphas, there was still a chance of victory in his sinister plot. An alliance with Salazan, the supreme being of darkness, became a necessary pact, even if it meant embracing the cruelty he himself feared. The game of shadows was far from over, and Justin was willing to risk everything to achieve the ultimate power that consumed him.

The fire had taken. He placed a torn banner at my feet. The emblem was unmistakable—two wolves, crowned, back to back. House Vellore. One of the oldest bloodlines. One of the most brutalized by Sebastian’s purge. Their response had not come in words but in war paint and steel. I signed sharply, my fingers cutting through the air. “Are they with us?” Dorian nodded once. "They’ve called the banners. The Red Cliffs will rise by next moon."