Destiny's Son Novels & Stories

JAMES Father stumbled away from me but regained his balance fast. “You’re going to regret this, Son. You always do.” He nodded at Destiny. “Be smart. Take the money and run.” “I don’t need you to manage my life. I am done. Destiny and I will manage.” I held out my hand to her. She was pale as milk, and at that moment I felt like crashing my fist into his face for shaking her up like that. She looked like she was about to faint. But she took my hand, and I pulled her in underneath my arm.

My father took my mother for the operation, but unfortunately, she didn't make it, leaving him with a debt to pay despite the unsuccessful outcome. Two weeks passed, and my father was unable to pay the money. He pleaded with Levi for more time, who offered two options: either my father would indulge in human trafficking or marry me off to him. My father rejected both offers, saying he would pay the debt. However, after struggling to gather the money, he eventually accepted Levi's demand to marry me off. But I refused and ran away from my birth pack, unwilling to live with someone as heartless as Levi, known as "The Son of the Devil."

" Damn it, she caught him. He was acting like Nav, not like Dhiraj. He chewed slowly a forkful of succulent, rosemary-flavored meat, lingering while he thought about what to say. This conversation interested him, so he resolved to give Dhiraj a brother like Nav. “I'm the eldest, and yes, nickname-wise, I'm the good son. "How, in fact, Nav had even been rejecting the parents' plans. “My brother is the black sheep. He had never told Kat much about his upbringing. If she only knew he had left behind wealth and privilege to be, essentially, a penniless artist, perhaps you would find him mad. Or feel sorry for him. But now, like Dhiraj, he could tell the story from outside, through

The air swells with power. My mother speaks not as Luna now, but as the last voice before I rise. When she bows her head, I feel the weight of her reign pass through the soil beneath us. She does not just step aside. She lets go, and in doing so, gives me everything. “Let it be known,” She says as she bows her head to me, along with my father. “Atlas Stryker, son of Black River, is Alpha. Not only by blood... but by fire, by spirit, and by bond.”

"Your son smashed your car himself, why should I compensate? Your son smeared paint on my daughter's hair, I haven't even settled the score with you yet, and you're asking me to drop out of school? I think you should be the one to withdraw from school." "Who saw my son smear paint on your daughter's hair?" Vivan whooshed to his feet. "What do you think, Master Dustin?" Randi stared at Dustin. Dustin had his head held high with a haughty face, but when he saw Randi's sharp eyes, he was a little timid. "Dustin, tell them you haven't done it!" Vivan wrapped her arms around her son and said aggressively, "Don't worry, Mommy's here, no one can falsely accuse you."

Destiny took a disastrous turn when her parents met with an accident. That was her last exam, and she happily came home to give the news to Sean, as she had finally graduated and his little sister was big enough now, but the news that she received shocked her to the core. Everything seemed to be stopped, she didn't know what was going on, she didn't know when Abhi brought her to Seattle, when the funeral of her parents were done, and when her Uncle decided she would be living with them as they do not want to leave her like an orphan because they loved her a lot...

She is the Queen who survived the system and now helps us dismantle it. And then there is Sterling, our son. He is five now. He is the ultimate, living proof of our victory. He knows nothing of the dark chapters that led to his birth. He knows only the wind in the sails, the salt on his skin, and the uncomplicated promise of the world. He has his father's focus and his mother's endless curiosity, demanding to know the "why" of everything. He is the physical embodiment of the new legacy, a testament to love and resilience.

And I knew, with the certainty of death itself, that anyone who dared to repeat his mistake would meet the same fate. Because my son has awakened. Because destiny has chosen its weapon. Because the world has no idea how close it stands to ruin. And because I will protect Damon, even if the world must burn for it.

Everyone jumped. Carla immediately rushed into the room. She saw Amanda covering her mouth, her eyes red as she stared at the floor. "Mom, what happened? What..." She walked closer as she spoke. Then she froze. The long straw was lying on the floor and broken in half. "It broke?" Her breathing became shaky. A terrible feeling settled in her chest. She and Amanda looked at each other. At the same time, they remembered what the fortune teller had said years ago. "These straws decide life and death. The short straw represents the younger son. The long straw represents the older son. If one breaks, it means that soul has been destroyed."

“Do you have a choice in being the King? Of ruling over the council? Can you take off your disguise right here, right now, and announce your identity without fear of being swarmed by everyone at the park?” He was right…I didn’t have a choice. But I was different…and maybe, so was he. “I was born with a purpose, Kaleb.” I told him. “I was born to be the King. It’s not just my only choice, it’s my destiny.” “And I might not know what my destiny is or where my fate would lead me, but I know my purpose.” He told me just as seriously, never breaking eye contact. “I have a sister and she is terminally ill. I have to save her…if you are willing to help.”