Discipline Is Destiny Novels & Stories

Underneath the control, I could see it—the protective instinct, the rage, the bond pull that made him more volatile than he wanted to admit. And I hated that my body noticed him even now. The way his eyes tracked my mouth for half a second, then forced away. The way the air between us felt charged even in a room full of strategy. I ignored it. “This is not weakness,” I said. “It’s discipline.” Maddox’s jaw flexed. “Discipline is keeping them out.” “Discipline is walking into their building and making them follow procedure,” I shot back. “Discipline is forcing Silvia to argue detention in front of a judge while you look calm and compliant.”

“Whether fate or blood, you are not alone, Liora. You will never face this weight alone.” The wise woman struck her staff against the floor, the sharp sound echoing in the small cottage. “Listen well, child,” she said firmly, her cloudy eyes locking onto Liora’s. “You bear the mark of destiny, yes. But destiny is no chain. You must choose who you will be. Will you unite the packs, restore what was broken? Or will fear and darkness consume you, and the world fall to ash?” Liora’s hands trembled as she clutched the fabric of her dress. “How can I know what choice to make when I don’t even know who I am?”

“Destiny tends to sharpen the mind.” The word lodged in my chest. “Destiny?” Kaelen steepled his fingers. “You’re becoming something rare, Zorya. Something this University hasn’t seen in generations.” My wolf stirred uneasily. “I’m just trying to study.” “And yet,” he murmured, “you excel in the laws that govern Alphas. In the statutes meant for leaders. In the clauses that determine succession.” I frowned. “I study because I want to make things better. For students. For wolves like me.”

Iyon ang aming unang hakbang para matupad ang aming mga plano. Hindi lingid sa kaalaman ko na malaki ang pagkakagusto ng anak ko kay Alpha Hunter at inaasahan din ng marami na sila ang magkakatuluyan balang araw. Ang problema ko ay ang tungkol sa prophecy na nakasulat sa matandang aklat na ang magiging Luna ng alpha ng Golden Wolf Pack ay isang babaeng nagtataglay ng moon tattoo sa kanyang katawan. Hindi ko alam kung magkakatotoo ang prophecy na iyon ngunit saan ko naman hahanapin ang babaeng iyon sakaling totoo siya? Hindi dapat makita ng mga tao ang kanyang tattoo dahil makakasira iyon sa unang hakbang ng aming mga plano. Kaya totoo man o hindi ang prophecy na iyon ay kailangan ko siyang h

"And I don't understand how your cowardly fiancé let go of a woman like you." "And why did you end your engagement?" Max sighed. "Because if I continued with it, I would end up hating myself for wasting time on someone who's not worth it. I would be expending energy on something I don't need in my life. I know that destiny will put each person in their place," Max raised his hand and caressed the curve of her neck, making her shiver with that gesture. "Just like it brought you and me together, first in Hawaii and then in New York," another pause. Max leaned closer to her, causing her to lower her gaze to his chest. She licked her lips and grew more nervous than he was making her.

What great sin have I committed, Lord? Until you threw me on a very painful ordeal like this. NO, this is not an ordeal but it is a crazy game commonly called destiny. Let me dissolve in all kinds of emotions, a game of destiny that really dramatizes like a play in a drama story but this is real Wilona Aquinas You are mine!! Remember it's fine. When you step on me and give me room to enter your life. Then that's where you've become mine, dive into this game called destiny with you, until you feel defeat and realize that I am the only best destiny God has sent you.

Destiny is limit set; you are above any limit. That’s the magnitude of thee. That’s the resemblance of divinity in thee. You do not counter self when self needs thee. You are the wise lot; you be wise a lot. Wisdom speaks through deeds, through ways, not in the art. The strong incline in begging. Why fold thy hands? Why bow to beg? You can create misfit. You can be, but how now can you be a fit?

Of destiny. The void is no longer empty.

"Try to use me to manipulate others." "Exactly." Damian's hand came up to grip her chin, not painfully but firmly. "Which is why you need better control. Better discipline. Better understanding of exactly how much power you have and how to wield it intentionally." "Elder Markov is training me...." "Elder Markov teaches you the theory. The mechanics." Damian's thumb brushed her lower lip. "But power without discipline is just chaos. And you, Eve, need discipline." The way he said it....low and dark and full of promise....sent heat pooling between her thighs despite the seriousness of the conversation.

“The chains will be your punishment; they are sealed not only in your flesh but also in your soul.” “I don't understand, who chose me? What's the reason?” I cried even more. “Please, help me free my nephew, and I will do whatever you desire. I will be devoted to the ancestors, the moon, and you, destiny. Please, don't let him suffer because of me!” “Despite the afflictions in the child's mind, he does not feel pain; we assure you of that.” Stroking my hair, Destiny said. “However, we cannot intervene in the course of history; even beings like us have rules, and we risk divine punishment.”