Destined Redemption Novels & Stories

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He has a stance that can make you intimidated, like it is ordering you to glorify and honor him with all of your life. “Your highness,” the kneeling man started speaking. The tone of his raspy voice is full of respect as he uttered those words. He still kept his head down and stared at the white tiled floor. “I apologize for the sudden intrusion. Unfortunately, a certain news is spreading that the beast Cerberus is going berserk and is spreading havoc in the Cildreth Demon Realm,” the man continued. He is a servant of the man before him. He is also a messenger who never fails to bring him the latest events or happenings, whether may it be on the Althaios or not, Maxime Hadley.

Destined mates Who could have known what a rejection could lead to. Hatred, fury, desire, longing, betrayal, confusion, love, hate and destruction. Those words describe my life perfectly. One mistake and my life turned upside down. Now I'm running so she can't kill me but she isn't the only one hunting me. From the beginning I had one mate but in the end I have three and they all want me. Poppy, a tribrid; vampire, werewolf and witch. She has three mates, one of each species and one of them is the very last of his kind.

Ben chuckled as he hugged her tighter “But I love this heartless woman just as she is!” Dana smiled as she rested her head on his chest. He felt what she said made sense. Maine’s final act was in a way selfish. He wanted to use this method to morally trap them in self-inflicted cage of guilt or he could have done this as his last act of redemption. Either way, none of them were keepers of the book of judgement and this was not their problem. Ben and Dana snuggled in each other’s embrace on the sofa for a while before resting as there was 2 tiny lightbulbs between them on the bed.

Their entire family would enjoy wealth and glory, carefree and happy. A burst of manic laughter echoed as Hoss clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails piercing his skin. "Hoss, what are you laughing at?" Beside him, Selene frowned slightly. "It's nothing." Hoss wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled darkly. "Selene, do you believe in destiny?" "Of course." Selene nodded earnestly, then looked at Hoss with curiosity. "Destiny has two paths—one leads to the future, the other to hell. And my path is destined to trample over thousands of corpses. It's to go against the current, stand at the peak, overlook the heavens, and laugh proudly over all the powerful families!"

I let my eyes take in the paragraph again and even read it out loud, my voice hoarse with disbelief. “Someday, there will be an exception, according to prophecy. This exception will change the fate of all wolves, saving them from the doom their greed and evil deeds had triggered. But most importantly, rewriting the destiny of every red wolf to come. Freeing them from the crimson curse for a crimson price.” It’s about the curse. I could tell that much, but I wasn’t sure I could interpret the paragraph correctly.

My soul bleeds through every whispered name, each repetition of the litany opening the wound wider, deeper, until I am nothing but raw nerve and desperate love for people I can never bring back. But the curse does not win tonight. The dead do not go unnamed. And in the growing light of morning, surrounded by the stubborn flames that refused to be extinguished, I found something I thought lost forever: the first tentative step toward redemption, measured not in forgiveness received but in honor given, not in absolution granted but in love remembered. It is not enough. It will never be enough. But it is a beginning.

She traced her finger through the rosary again and again, praying for his safety and long life. But no one knew that after each pilgrimage, she would slip away to a quiet corner and pray for Philip as well. She prayed that he would no longer die for her, that in another life, they might have a different ending. After Mason died, she burned the slips of paper where she had written her prayers for Philip. Amid the rising flames, a solemn, ethereal voice seemed to echo, "As you wished." The scene shifted. Mason had been reborn, and with calm authority, he stopped his men to find a doctor to awaken her memories.

And his eyes, when they found hers across dream-space, held recognition that made her soul shudder with primal fear. You feel it, do you not? His voice resonated directly in her mind, bypassing all normal sensory channels. The pull of destiny, the weight of inherited obligation. You carry her essence within you… The first Luna, my beloved enemy, the one who broke me and was broken in turn. Through you, old debts might finally be settled. Through you, the Oath might be reforged or destroyed completely. Which will you choose, little Luna? Redemption or damnation? Healing or ending?

"Purpose." I frown. "That's not the same thing." "No," she agrees. "It's better." I look at her. "How?" "Redemption is about the past." She brushes snow off her gloves absently. "Purpose is about what you do next." I don't answer, because I don't trust myself with anything next. "I don't trust myself," I admit. "Good." That wasn't the answer I expected. "Why is that good?"