Destiny: The Taken King Oryx Novels & Stories

Somehow, he was able to fight his way to the top to become the Alpha among the rogues. As Rogue Alpha, he caused mayhem and destruction. I had a difficult time casting charms strong enough to withstand his onslaught. I was beginning to feel as if all hope was lost until the prophesy was spoken. The Alpha among the Rogues will die by the hands of a celestial wolf born of a priestess and an Alpha. That day when the prophesy was heard was they day I had discovered I was pregnant.

Elara’s whisper falters, Child, my heart is wounded. A cosmic pulse erupts, the reborn world quaking, crystalline spires collapsing into radiant dust. A keeper-king awakens, its towering form radiating starlight, its hymn of dominion shaking the vale. “Elara’s fragments are mine!” it booms, its blade summoning a radiant army, their starlight hymns converging. The codex’s truth burns—the oracle’s ambition mirrors the king’s, a First Ones’ flaw reborn.

“Not just as a broken girl. Not even as the heir to a forgotten throne. But as what you created. The ghost you failed to destroy. The storm you thought you could chain.” Destiny hasn’t abandoned me. No—she’s sharpening her blades. Circling like a predator through time, waiting for the right moment. And when it comes, when the stars align and the moon dares rise again—I won’t just fight. I’ll end him.

The people of neighboring lands stopped their travels and trade with Arcadia for fear they would be murdered next. King Lycaon saw his towers of gold slowly start to decline and grew furious, blaming the people of his country. He had families thrown into prisons, husbands ripped from the arms of their wives and killed outright in the streets, their blood staining the cobbled stones. His bloodthirst only grew, a new evil awakening within him. Now he not only enjoyed the death he gave, but yearned for it, in the way some yearned for the juice of the poppy.

"I need to know who the traitor is among us. Even though it was my choice that every time I died and returned without memories to try to change everything, I still need to know who led me to do all this. Who was really behind influencing me to look for you. The Oracle observed the way I grabbed his clothes and little by little the fright faded from his beautiful face. She made a gesture with her hand, and it was pure magic that I felt when I involuntarily released her clothes and lifted me up "without control of any legs" to be at her height. I heard the noise of Vraxlon's armor stretching with a rout as he also rose. I couldn't look, I was trapped under the intense gaze of Destiny.

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

To be a part of her fate. Her eyes fastened on Ash's, and she did not see a monster. She saw a King. A King who was hers. A King who was hers destiny. A King who was hers soul. She gazed at Darius, and she did not see a renegade, but a warrior. A warrior who was hers. A warrior who was hers destiny. A warrior who was hers soul.

And now, I have the mighty dragon demon watching my back. A strange heat began to consume my heart. And a single thought was the one that spun in my mind. "Take your place, Moriah. The true wife of the king of the underworld. Embrace the crown and own it" Now, my steps were steady. I walked towards my destiny, with the strength that I never thought I had. The king's hand was within reach, and without hesitation, I took it. There was an exchange of energy, which stunned me for a few seconds, making me close my eyes. Later, when I opened them, my eyes were no longer the same.

“He wasn’t sure what would happen, but it will threaten our very existance. Many of us will die and somehow you are the key to save us from extinction. He said you had to be in Black Claw territory and the only way to get you there was to marry you.” Reese opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. She turned her head away again and looked at the passing landscapes. Troy had only done his duty, a duty the king demanded for their species. “So the King told you to marry Reese Willowby?” Her voice was softer now but she was still angry. “The Oracle told me the key would be the rejected daughter of the Beta in the White Moon Pack,” Troy said.

"No. You are the chosen one. Daughter of the bloodline. Born under the sun’s retreat and the moon’s hunger." "What the hell are you talking about lady?" Adrianna’s fists clenched in defiance. "Where am I? What do you want from me?" The woman’s gaze sharpened. "No more questions." She turned to leave but paused at the doorway. "Your body is a key," she said. "You should feel honored." The door shut behind her, and Adrianna heard the lock turn. --- That night, she found herself lost in a dream filled with symbols she couldn’t decipher.