Lirik Destiny Novels & Stories

she said to Idris and ReNew, “who strike with more than blade—but with belief…” “To the scholars,” her eyes lingered on Professor E, “who protect not only lives but knowledge…” “And to the children,” she smiled now, “who remind us of joy in the darkest hour…” Destiny raised her spear—not the ancient one, but a new one forged from her own soul. It shimmered with holy fire. “If I fall, let me fall with truth in my mouth. If I bleed, let my blood birth change. If I die, let it be a spark—not an end.”

“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.

But she quickly regained her composure and replied flatly, "No. There’s no such thing as destiny. A person’s fate is determined by their own choices." Luke smiled, as if he had anticipated her answer. He leaned forward slightly, his voice lower, more intimate. "Then what is your destiny?" Ivy smirked, her expression indifferent. "I don’t know. And I don’t care." Luke was silent for a moment before he spoke again. "Do you know what my destiny is?" This time, Ivy truly looked at him. The candlelight flickered in his deep blue eyes, pulling her in like an endless abyss. Slowly, she shook her head.

Destiny is a dangerous word. --- It sounds like certainty. --- Like something already written. --- Already decided. --- But the truth— --- Is heavier than that. --- Because destiny… --- Is not what is meant to happen. --- It is what you choose to carry. --- The world moved again. --- Not breaking. --- Not collapsing. --- Becoming. --- Every choice echoing outward— --- Shaping something still unfinished. --- And at the center of it— --- They remained.

"Your desire. It's like you're inside my head." "And I can feel yours." He smiled softly. "Your fear. Your hope. Your love." He pressed his forehead to mine. "That's not something that happens by accident, Lyra. That's the moon's choice. That's destiny." "Destiny." The word felt heavy, impossible. "I don't believe in destiny. Destiny is what people use to justify terrible things." "Then call it something else. Call it fate. Call it chance. Call it the universe deciding that two broken people are better together than apart." He kissed me gently. "All I know is that I'm grateful for it. Whatever it is."

Her wavy and long hair danced with the swift blow of the wind. It’s funny that after days of staying here, this is only the second time we’ve seen her again. This is our last day for this trip and we both decided to just chill around the cruise. Also to relax after a few days of sightseeing in different places. We're finally going home tomorrow. And it seems that my reality visit came sooner than expected. "Yes, Kiara?” Lideon murmured closely behind me.

The heart wants what it wants. “And haven’t you heard that it kills in the end?” Rin inquired. “There are some longings that have to be kept away for the sake of peace. Unless you don’t want it.” Why would I detest peace? I have no one to save me if I ever get into trouble. Not to talk of people who have power and wealth to destroy me. I caressed my stomach again. The only thing that keeps me hopeful is knowing that my child will have a good life and amazing people to look after him or her. A small smile tugged at my lips. This is fate after all.

Ever since he was still a fictional character, I always had been dreaming and fantasizing him, imagining his actual looks and sweet scenes would be me and him instead of her—instead of Krisha. But how can I be, You're destiny is connected to her There was no way for me No way for me anymore How many times I stared over you Watching you like a star I always wonder Of how it feels To be with you I wish I can write my destiny I wish I can make you with me I wish you can be mine How I wish I can see our constellations In the sky I wish I can be your girl But all I want could be impossible Cause you belong to her

Yet here I was, ensnared by the very fate I had tried to escape. Rebekah's eyes sparkled with a wild excitement, her grin betraying a satisfaction that only heightened my anxiety. "Come on, Lyra," she urged, her voice playfully laced with sarcasm. "Let’s go meet your destiny." The casual way she tossed around the word ‘destiny’ felt like the weight of an anvil swinging precariously above me, ready to drop at any moment.

Nike She almost laughed at how shamelessly Infinitus supported his Golden daughters, what a father, unrelenting and unwilling to accept the fact that his daughters had well passed their glory days, even in his slumber, his fingers toyed with very looms of fate', manipulating destiny so that they found themselves at the same place and at the same time. It simply was nothing short of being pathetic, all he was simply achieving was leading the lambs to her slaughterhouse, what a destiny!, to lose and to be conquered in every single lifetime, it was almost sad and pitiful to kill them. Almost being the key word.