Romans & histoires Destiny: The Taken King Oryx

"If we're going to do this, I want it to be the best of the best..." "Unforgettable?" Emma said, panting. "Unforgettable," Max replied, devouring her mouth more eagerly... Destiny playing its tricks...

He has eyes of white, fur of charcoal, silver and white, and he has a black dipped tail and a body so strong, I imagine he could rip a bear to shreds all by himself. He’s magnificent! ‘Oh my Goddess,’ Asha gasps inside my head. ‘Orrin really is the Alpha King of Zidiah, Anja!’ ‘What? No!’ Crap! Okay, so we knew that already. But it doesn’t stop the shock rushing through me that now there’s no denying it. Asha tips her head to the side in wonder. Orrin didn’t scream when he transformed, and he did it faster than anyone I’ve ever known. Just like me, he shifted with ease.

Like just a second would be enough for them to tear us apart. 'Why are you helping us?' jessica asks. 'As I said, I don't like you'll here' says the alpha and continues 'Now leave and never return to this forest' 'Where should we start looking?' I ask. 'Destiny is bound to open paths for those who care to see' saying so the alpha turns to leave and the remaining pack follows, while the animals on the right corner seem to be eager for a chance. 'Lets go now' urges Jessica and pulls me along. We walk hoping its the right way and reach the tangled roots again, but this time the roots open up and make a path for us to pass through easily.

' The words disappear and can only be seen by a mate who is selfless, one who is kind and pure of heart, who will love the king's son and expect nothing in return For centuries the king's son, now a king himself, waits, many times he thinks he has found the keeper of his heart, and many times his heart is broken. Then a babe is born in the woods. Innocent and pure of heart, she is raised by a cruel mother, abandoned by a loved one, disowned by a family, and rejected by a fated, left to wander the world alone. Her voice holds the key to an ancient curse, her love will set a dragon free, and she will choose between fate or love, then her true form can be released, and the key will find peace.

"No pack mark. You're just a human. Why would my Alpha fight for you?" I ripped my arm away. "Order food or get out." He smiled, a dangerous flash of teeth. "You're a problem. And problems get removed." "Rhys!" A voice cut through the diner like a knife. Orion stood in the doorway. He looked different. He wore dark, expensive clothes. He looked like a king, but his eyes were pure wildfire. Rhys instantly backed down, turning to face his Alpha. The command in the air was thick. "Brother," Rhys said, his voice tense. "I was checking her story. She lies. She knows you."

Like something ancient and cruel has stepped into a place it was never meant to exist. “Bloody witch hunters,” Alpha Kieran growls, his body already shifting slightly, claws lengthening. “Get out of here, Destiny. Now.” The figure turns toward us and I feel it. I know the moment the black beady eyes peering out through the armor looks out at me and a surge of recognition passes through. “Heir of the Golden Blood. At last you’ve been found." The Hunter's voice is distorted, like it's been layered with something deeper, something inhuman.

The pack stood in a silent line, watching their Omega ride toward an uncertain fate. She lifted her hand in farewell, the eclipse pendant catching the first rays of sun. Chosen as tribute. Marked for Silverthorn. The journey north had begun. And somewhere far ahead, in a city of eternal twilight, the Ruthless Lycan King awaited—unaware that the threads of destiny were already weaving toward him.

she said simply. Silence slammed into the room. I took a shaky breath. “You mean war.” The Oracle nodded once. “The Moon’s fire demands unity. Without a chosen bond, the magic turns inwards, tears the bearer apart. The King knows this. That is why he waits.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “He’s using her.” “He is preparing for what he believes is his destiny,” she corrected. “But destiny, like the moon, waxes and wanes. Choice defines it.”

“We’d better move fast. Those bandits won’t be the last to come after this.” The group nodded, their resolve hardening. The Orb of Destiny was theirs, but the journey ahead loomed larger than ever. Enemies would hunt them, drawn by its power, and the ruins’ secrets hinted at trials yet to come. They set off into the forest, the orb’s faint pulse a constant reminder that their quest was far from over.

“He’ll expect an ambush. We need someone who knows how he thinks.” Darius added, “Someone who knew him before the exile.” That’s when a voice echoed from the temple door. “Then you need me.” Everyone turned. And Ava’s blood ran cold. Because the man standing in the entrance was supposed to be dead. —THE GHOST RETURNS He was tall. Bronze-skinned. Jet-black hair. Wearing a faded war cloak marked with the broken crescent of the Forsaken Pack. Ava’s voice cracked. “You…” “Hello, Ava,” the man said softly. “I’m Orion. Your father’s second-in-command. And I’ve been watching over you since the day you were born.”