Novel & Cerita Hilo Rojo Del Destino

He said and hugged Hierro. Reyan looked at Skye and Hierro and his lips smiled, though it was a sad one. Hail being sent to another world is inevitable. So, Skye was doomed to lose Hail. Reyan knows that this shouldn’t be Skye’s fate, so he took Hierro and sent him to Hail’s world. This is another reason why Hierro was sent to Hail’s world – to accompany Skye in Skye’s lonely days. In order for Hierro not to be discovered by Yuria, Reyan concealed Hierro’s existence, so Hierro could freely go to see Skye.

"I want to congratulate you both for taking this far and facing me right now. Destiny is indeed playful sometimes, right? When you think that the person in front of you is the one for you, they actually not. And when you think that the person who hurt you, abandoned you when you needed them the most, the one who broke you first, is you enemy. The destiny will turned the table and entangled you with that person." The judge look at visitors this time. "I'm telling this because, we as human who always experienced pain, we always forgot that, there's a perfect paradise for us. All you have to do is wait, for the perfect time to finally hold the key to that paradise. Now, let's go with the promis

Jarret said shocked. "An Aloisia is a warrior. The Aloisia and Aloysius arise in a time of suffering and injustice to bring justice to the people" "what? I don't understand mama" "If what he said is true, you are the Aloisia. you are the promised warrior. I'm so sorry for not telling you but I was not sure" "Your white hair should have made me confirm but I thought the story of the Aloisia and the Aloysius was just a legend"

He trailed off, his expression troubled. "Means what?" Lady Amara demanded. "There's a prophecy. Very old. Most think it's just legend." The High Priest looked at Louis. "It says that when the Mark of the Warrior Moon appears again, the kingdom will face its greatest trial. Blood will answer blood. And only the marked one can choose whether the kingdom stands or falls." "That's not helpful," I said. "I don't want to choose anything. I just want to survive." "What we want and what fate demands are rarely the same, child."

Damien is saying, and I suddenly snap back to attention. The line moves forward, a slow progression toward an uncertain destiny. My turn comes, and I step up to the makeshift altar, the potion before me like a vessel of fate. Damien gives me a stare — not just the stare of a brother, but the stare of my Alpha, commanding me to drink. I know, despite my misgivings, I have no choice. I tip the cup to my lips and with eyes screwed shut, I drink. The liquid burns down my throat, a warmth spreading through me like a subtle flame. A bitter taste settles in my mouth as the potion becomes a symbol of choices stripped away.

Emboldened by the whiskey, I blurted out, "Unless you have a miracle cure for being a genetic dead end, move along." His eyebrows inched up, intrigued and not leaving me. “Well since you won’t leave , I guess I should tell you a little bit about my life ...” The words rushed out of me. I started telling the strange man the sad details about my life. “ I thought I am supposed to be a wolf shifter, destined to find my true mate. Except every mate I'd ever had ended up horribly killed through no fault of my own. I was the proverbial black widow - a cursed woman doomed to a life of loneliness and misery. “ I yelled in tears.

Damien – POV The forest swallowed the moonlight. Branches clawed at my arms as I tore through the woods, Ashiel and Cris on my heels. My lungs burned, but the mate bond blazed hotter—Luxian’s pain was a beacon in my veins, pulling me forward like a noose tightening around my throat. Every heartbeat pounded with his fear. Every breath reeked of silver. “They’re close,” I snarled, tasting blood from biting my tongue.

Lucien then gave a bitter smile before speaking. "It was too fast. I found myself suddenly stopping the ritual. It felt strange at first, but it felt damn right, and you know what? I didn't feel any regret afterward. But I thought it would go back to normal after I stopped it, but the witch warned me that I had already inflicted damage on my red string. It didn't really break but it is close to being destroyed. That's why I have no idea about who you are to me, sweetheart. Our connection is not strong, it's too weak and it's almost broken that's why we can't feel other's essence." "Then when exactly did you realize that we are destined?"

- I ordered, rolling my eyes - All right I had three more shots of tequila and then I asked him to serve me a Red Snapper, a drink made with gin and sicilian lemon. I was already feeling a little altered by the drink and decided to go to the middle of the dance floor to dance. I was dancing sensually and some guys approached me to join me in the dance " Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" - whispered one of them in my ear - Yes I know it," I answered with a naughty smile. - My name is Pablo, what's yours? I turned my back to him and made our bodies collide, dancing sensually. He had an exotic style and an eye-catching body, which made me interested. He kissed my neck, and soon a

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."