Destiny Killer Novels & Stories

I gently ran my fingers over his name written on the tombstone. "But you know I regret that. I wish I had been more confident, f-for you. I'm so sorry. B-Babe it's still painful here. I don't know what to do anymore I even attempted killing myself," I said chuckling and crying at the same time. "I thought it was the right thing to do at that very moment. B-Because I feel like everything is pointless. I didn't know what to think anymore. I'm sorry."

Jerking my hand free from her, a sweet scent of strawberry jam wafts to my nose. Is she seriously releasing her pheromones at a time like this? “What happened?” I repeat, forcing my tone to remain steady; it would be best to get as much info from her before she realises I'm an omega and turns cold. “Oh, some guy, they called him...Mathew, no Mark Gillian, he is from the cleaning team. Anyway, he killed himself at Club Destiny last night,” She says nonchalantly as if she were giving mundane office updates about staplers.

Why would she do that? “During her recovery, she had a vision. Venom Fang was burning to the ground. Members killed and pups slain. Females raped while their mates watched in horror. Dahlia was … She was forced to be his. He took her repeatedly, and you were there under his spell, so to speak. You too did it to her as well. Alphas Destinee and Titus were killed and dismembered their line, wiped out. Your son was also killed by Rodrick before he tossed him onto a bonfire. Before he killed you. Dahlia saw this. That is why she has to do this. You can’t go there. He needs you as well.” The room is silent as I process what he has just told us.

He asks. "I just know this." I tell him looking him right in the eyes. "I'm not afraid of you.' "Then you are foolish." he growls, "I.am Kaden Delacourt. The Primordial hybrid. Destroyer of packs and bringer of death. I killed my own mother and father. Tortured my siblings for eternity. Destroyed countless packs, slaughtering anyone that dared to stand in my way and yet you say you don't fear me? Do I scare you now?!" He growls, snarling his teeth at me.

The royal guards broke formation as the flagstones began to tilt toward the chasm. ​Through the steam and falling stone the masked killer raised his axe one final time. His eyes burned with amethyst fire behind his visor. He aimed the weapon not at Elara’s head but at the bond line that still pulsed between her chest and the dying Blackwood Alpha. ​"Let us see how the pack survives the deletion," the killer hissed. ​The axe came down fast, the violet blade cutting through the air toward the thread of her soul, just as Damon, his black flank exposed to Kaelen’s strike, threw his head back and began a transition. His midnight fur began to ignite with the same gold as her own.

Maybe this is indeed destiny that Adrian has started liking her? When Linda saw Adrian walking out with Emily, she also quickly followed her. Despite the fact that Adrian was Edward in his past life, Linda couldn’t overlook the fact that the same person was the king of mischief and Cruelty in this life! There were almost no crime other than theft and Murder that Adrian Ford didn’t commit! Hence Linda was really worried about Emily and wanted to look out for her.

He was the only one that was wearing black, other in that room and those at the door from the restaurant were wearing pure white uniforms. The man was their boss and his name was BLACK MAN. He was a notorious adding criminal in US and it was only Buniyaminu's stepmother that he was working for but also uses to work as an hire assassin for other people and doing this for people not know that she was the one that he was working for.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

“He’s been using my aunt. My family. My name. To take what was mine.” She stood up. The smoke cleared. In the distance, through the trees: A black SUV. Engine running. And in the passenger seat: Joseph. Orange shirt gone. Suit on. Smiling. He raised a hand. Waved. No one waved back. Joseph’s SUV didn’t move. Engine idling. Smoke curling from the exhaust. He sat there. Smiling. In a suit. Like he’d just come from a board meeting instead of a cell. “Don’t,” Destiny said. Her gun was up. “It’s a trap.”

Rori closed her eyes and nodded as her stomach growled, “Maybe some more fruit too, then?” Rori exhaled, “Yes please that would be spectacular,” she managed to speak a little firmer than before. The orange haired girl walked over and hopped up on the bed with her legs crossed “My name is Destiny, what's yours?” Rori took a good long look at the young woman on her bed. Although she was obviously not human, she looked and certainly acted as if she were around Rori’s age, and she had been nothing but nice to her so far. “Umm Rori, my name is Rori.” Destiny hummed, nodding her head “that's really pretty, did Murdok save you from vampires too?” Destiny was almost whispering as she leaned forward