Destiny's Son Novels & Stories

Aethelfrith is a half blooded vampire and the crown prince of the Vampire realm. Aethelfrith is asked to come back home by his father to marry his Betrothed Crimson but what will happen when Aethelfrith has already entered a love forbidden by his Realm with a lady called Tyramon. why is Tyramon and Aethelfrith love forbidden? How will Aethelfrith manage his Triangle? will Aethelfrith fulfill his desire and Love for Tyramon? or will he fulfill his duties and marry his Betrothed Crimson? what will Aethelfrith decision bring to the realm? so much love, betrayal, deception, anger and might I add Revenge all in one Realm.

I had anemia, so getting pregnant was not easy for me. My husband and I tried for ten years, and we finally had a son. When our son turned eight, he got into a car accident. The doctor said that he needed a blood transfusion, but his blood type was A. Both my husband and I were type O. My husband started to suspect that the child was not his and did a paternity test right away. The result showed that the boy really was not his son. I could not believe it and asked for another test, but the result was the same. My mother-in-law accused me of cheating and called me horrible names. My husband asked for a divorce and told me to leave with nothing except my son. We were kicked out of the house and ended up living in a cave in the mountains. A sudden rainstorm caused a landslide, and my son and I were buried alive inside. After I died, my spirit stayed near my husband. I heard him talking on the phone. “Don’t worry. I made her leave with nothing. We’ll get our marriage certificate tomorrow.” It turned out he had been seeing another woman for a while and had planned everything to make me leave with nothing except my son. What I could not figure out was how he managed to fake the paternity test in front of everyone. Luckily, I returned to the past. I woke up on the day of my son’s car accident.

My husband had lost interest in me for many years. My son's classmate taught me how to flirt with my husband. However, when he was doing so, he placed a hand on my butt and said, "Open up, Mrs. Jackson!"

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

"Here are the leftovers for you, hurry up and finish them!" Marcel glanced at the plates filled with scattered rice, chicken bones with a little meat still attached, and vegetable soup with only the soup left. "Eat on the floor, as usual." Marcel looked down and looked at his wife, Shirley. "You have the nerve to tell me to finish your brothers' leftovers?" asked Marcel in a protesting tone, as he frowned reluctantly at the plates. The oppression Marcel experienced made him want to end his life by downing his parents' formula. However, instead of dying, he was transformed into a powerful being! Will his wife's family apologize?

Cameron Donnelly, a dashing young werewolf Alpha turned to a vampire at an early age to escape death and ensure the survival of his pack, The Crescent Moon Pack. Davina Pierce, a beauty to behold, running away from her dark saddening past with a lot of secrets and pain. All he wants is to rid his pack of this ancient curse stealing their lives, and causing mayhem. All she wishes for is to forget her true identity and the path she's destined for. Cameron wishes never to find his destined mate, and she couldn't agree less that her love was a complete waste of time. He lives a life always combing for answers while she seeks one of a normal, less interesting tale. What happens when something far greater than any of them has another plan that's quite different from what they have in mind? She's written in his destiny and he's fated to hers. What happens to these two opposite lives, when he discovers that she's the one who holds the answer to his curse and he's the past she desperately wants to avoid? ***EDITING currently in Progress***

He ripped out her heart like their five years of marriage meant nothing. Reborn into the past, Sovia Henric swears she will never repeat the same mistake—never fall for her enemy again. This time, she will take revenge on everyone who betrayed her. But fate plays a cruel game. An arranged marriage pushes her toward Prince Janova—her executioner. Determined to rewrite her destiny, Sovia chooses a new path: Prince Zadekiah, her former husband’s brother… the man who had secretly been obsessed with her since their first life. With her mother plotting to use her for power and prophecy looming over her existence, Sovia must decide… Will she claim her revenge? Or will she become the weapon destined to destroy the supernatural world itself?

After losing both her parents and being injured at a very young age, then losing her grandparents less than ten years later, Zariah is put under the guardianship of the Alpha and Luna. She had been raised around alpha heir Isaac since she came to live with her grandparents. Isaac was protective of her from day one and never stopped. When Izzy turns eighteen, she gets her wolf, Onyx, and finds that Isaac is her mate. Although she is happy that he is the one, how can she trust the mate bond? After all, the mate bond killed her parents, and the mate bond killed her grandmother after her grandfather was killed. She wants to be positive that she can trust the bond before she accepts it. Meanwhile, she finds that her wolf is a rare wolf and there are dark witches who wish to drain her of her wolf's power. They also find out that there are two other alphas trying to kidnap her in order to use her for her abilities. She wonders if she will ever be done fighting. Whether it's the mate bond or assholes coming after her for her abilities, it seemed she would always be fighting. She was even fighting with herself! What would it take to end the fighting?

In my previous life, I was sponsored by a wealthy man and even ended up marrying his daughter. My younger brother, however, struggled at the bottom rung of society. He was jealous that I lived a worry-free life and that I even had a beautiful wife by my side. Meanwhile, he was drowning in gambling debts, constantly having to hide and evade detection. With bloodshot eyes, my brother drags me to the rooftop but accidentally falls down with me. We get reborn on the day the wealthy man selects candidates. This time, he rushes forward and kneels at the wealthy man's feet. "Shane, in this life, the family fortune and the heiress are all mine!" What he doesn't know is that despite having all the money in the world, it doesn't guarantee he'll live to spend it.

Cory Sullivan, my ten-year-old son, joins a swimming class organized by his school. A bunch of his fellow students end up pinning him to the drain of the swimming pool. I spot the streak of red in the water and completely lose my mind. I immediately dash over to save Cory, but by the time I do, his face has turned swollen and blue from the suction. Blood trickles from his mouth. He's no longer breathing. Andy Webster, the ringleader of the trio who hurt Cory, arrogantly declares that he won't be criminally prosecuted because he's a minor. "So what if I did it? He started getting on my nerves ages ago! Now that he's dead, no one else can compete with me to be the top in our class." Andy's father, Greg Thompson, condescendingly throws me a debit card. "There's 100 thousand dollars in there. That should be enough to make up for your son's worthless life." Outrage, I demand justice, but my wife, Sheryl Lowe, stops me. "Andy's just a kid himself. Are you going to force someone else's kid to lose his freedom just because your own son is dead?" I stop at nothing in the pursuit of justice, but Andy simply gets sent to a juvenile detention center. That's nowhere near enough for me. Eventually, I lose all hope. I lie down at Cory's grave and swallow a bottle of sleeping pills. Suddenly, my eyes open again. I've returned to the day I took Cory to the swimming pool. I immediately drag him off to take him back home before anything happens, but alas, a young boy still ends up losing his life at the pool.