Destiny Risen Novels & Stories

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.

"This is not a curse, child. It's a calling. What you do with it is your choice. But know that your mother believed in you. Your grandmother believed in you. And I believe in you." She walked away, leaving me alone with the fountain and my thoughts. A calling. A prophecy. A choice that would determine if the kingdom stood or fell. I was eighteen years old. I'd killed my first man today. I'd discovered I was the heir to a lost dynasty. And now princes and assassins were fighting over me like I was a piece on a game board. Behind me, someone cleared their throat. I turned. A young priest stood there, looking nervous. "Lady Khalifa? Prince Louis asks for you. He says it's urgent."

I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive. How I wished I hadn't given up so much for him. “Piiiiiiiiii...!” I suddenly heard the sound of an approaching car. Slowly, I turned to my left, but it was too late because the next second, I was lying in a pool of my own blood, alone on the deserted road. Finally... I'm going to die and leave this wicked world behind. Am I seeing double? Why am I seeing the stars and the moon when it's raining?

Moving through the group one face at a time with the methodical patience of something searching for a specific frequency among many. He found me. His gold eyes locked on mine and held there with a steadiness that had nothing human in it and everything Nightshade. The air between us felt different. Charged in a specific direction. Like the fragment of my power inside him recognized its source and was orienting toward it the way a compass needle oriented toward north. "Seraphine," I said. Very quietly. "What is he?" "A Risen," she said. Her voice had gone to the particular flatness it took on when she was processing something significant and containing her response to it with deliberate care.

We should focus on that task first, and then the other one. I took a deep breath and continued, “Destiny joined them, and destiny could bring them apart.” The story read, “The Priestess and the Prince will journey to unknown places, and in the end, the mission´s success will depend on how strongly they believe in each other and their hearts.” The cryptic story said, and I chuckled. “I am not sure I do have a heart.” I joked, and Asteria rolled her eyes. “I am sure the blood-pumping organ is not what the story talks about...” she said, and I nodded. And yet, I am a heartless monster,” I pointed out, and she shook her head.

The man who was going to make her life so much better, take her out of the game as it was. The call had come from Majesta telling her that Rick had been killed. Heartache had lanced through her that night, which she put into hunting. It had been a great night to kill blood sucking assholes. That wasn’t the first night they had hurt her; she had been so blinded by her aching heart that she hadn’t seen the blow coming. The blonde had gotten a lucky hit that had sent Rayne over the bridge. Fortunately for her, it had just rained at the time. The river below was higher than it would have been a few nights before. Drip…Drip…Drop it rang in her mind as she pulled the thread and needle out of her b

“Lucas, open your eyes. This is my engagement party with Mr. Morgan.” Lucas followed my hand, looking in the direction I pointed. Before he could spot the names on the banner, both of our families walked out to greet the guests. My parents had always treated Lucas politely before I made my final decision about who to marry. But this time, they ignored him completely and smiled only at Liam. “Liam,” my mom said kindly, “Destiny can be a little stubborn sometimes. Please be patient with her.” “Don’t worry, ma’am,” Liam replied gently. “Destiny and I get along well. I won’t ever let her be mistreated.”

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this before — in that red desert, under the three moons. The devil had knocked. And now she wanted in.

Of destiny. The void is no longer empty.

As she climbed into bed, her phone buzzed with a text from Rylan: "Thank you for a wonderful evening. Sweet dreams, beautiful." Ravenna stared at the message, her finger hovering over the reply button. Finally, she typed out a response: "The pleasure was all mine. Goodnight, Rylan." As she set her phone aside, Ravenna closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was to come. The game was far from over, and she couldn't afford to let her guard down. Rylan may have killed her in her past life, may have betrayed her in the worst possible way, but in this life, she would be the one to come out on top.