Lord Of Destiny Wheel Novels & Stories

And his eyes, when they found hers across dream-space, held recognition that made her soul shudder with primal fear. You feel it, do you not? His voice resonated directly in her mind, bypassing all normal sensory channels. The pull of destiny, the weight of inherited obligation. You carry her essence within you… The first Luna, my beloved enemy, the one who broke me and was broken in turn. Through you, old debts might finally be settled. Through you, the Oath might be reforged or destroyed completely. Which will you choose, little Luna? Redemption or damnation? Healing or ending?

He was buying the track. "Well," I said, my voice sounding cold and hard even to my own ears. "I guess the race tomorrow just got a lot more interesting." Coal looked at me, then at the map of the track. The "shielding strategy" suddenly felt insufficient. We weren't just facing a rival racer anymore; we were facing a man who viewed the track as a chessboard and us as pawns to be sacrificed. "Change the plan," Coal commanded, his voice now devoid of any warmth. "We don't just corner Talay. We crush him. If Ohm wants to play this game, we'll show him that the Track Dragons don't break."

Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats. The ceremony of metamorphosis is held in a standing stone circle that was constructed more than five centuries ago, long before Columbus could falsely claim to have set foot on the continent of North America. The three stones pay homage to the three gods of our pack: Lupa, the mother of Romulus and Remus; the harsh Lycaon; and Fenrir, the wolf who will devour Odin at Ragnarök. The circle used to be in a clearing in a forest. It is now safe inside a t

“Do you have a choice in being the King? Of ruling over the council? Can you take off your disguise right here, right now, and announce your identity without fear of being swarmed by everyone at the park?” He was right…I didn’t have a choice. But I was different…and maybe, so was he. “I was born with a purpose, Kaleb.” I told him. “I was born to be the King. It’s not just my only choice, it’s my destiny.” “And I might not know what my destiny is or where my fate would lead me, but I know my purpose.” He told me just as seriously, never breaking eye contact. “I have a sister and she is terminally ill. I have to save her…if you are willing to help.”

The might of Mortal Celestials was not something ordinary humans could withstand. Destin released divine flames from his orifices as he hovered in midair. The flames grew in magnitude when they came into contact with the mystique energy of the surroundings, turning into a rain of dire. A purple wheel of flames silently approached among the rain—the high-grade Spiritool, Purple Wheel. The last one to attack was Destin. He suffered the heaviest injuries, but his aura was also the most shocking. Destin took a step back, and the wheel of light behind him immediately merged with him. He grew in size until he was a giant. His skin shone with a golden sheen and seemed to be able to last forever.

The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship. In her free time, she loves to enter another world so-called ‘fantasy world’, wanting to escape from reality. By entering this world, she feels like she has full control throughout the journey. Until one day, she decided to write her ‘fantasy’ in words instead of keeping it in mind. She enjoys herself while writing and she will continue doing it with passion.

Liara closed her eyes in search of her best friend, ‘Destiny? ‘I’m always with you, girl.” She heard her voice, and then a wolf appeared in her mind. Liara was shocked to see the color of Destiny’s coat. It had turned into show white color from red. The white wolf was rare and a blessed wolf. It was said that even Moon Goddess had a white wolf with blue eyes, but her wolf had a moon shape design at her head. At the same time, Destiny was now a white wolf with black eyes and with a golden rim at the corner of her eyes.

"I am Destiny. A woman. A werewolf of the Silvercrest pack. I was rescued by parents who loved me, and because of that, all I ever wanted was a family of my own. For years that was stolen from me by the decisions of others, but now I am here. Now I refuse to let others decide my fate. Destiny cannot be denied, and neither can I. My power is my heart. My power is my determination to come out of every struggle. My power is the pain I carry, as an orphan, as a woman, as the Barren Luna. My power is me. I am Destiny, Luna of the Silvercrest pack, Heir of the Golden Blood, and I will not be denied any longer.

Nyx Thorneveil’s voice unfurled over the hall like velvet dipped in steel. “First-years, step forward.” The trial grounds shifted, a vast circular platform glowing with runes that pulsed as if alive. At its center towered the Wheel of Places, an ancient construct of iron, obsidian, and crystal, larger than any human, its rim carved with thousands of locations only whispered about in Aetherborn lore. The crowd hushed as Vice-Principal Nyx Thorneveil raised her hand. “You know the rules,” she said, voice carrying like thunder. “The Wheel decides. Where it lands, you will walk. Where it points, you must endure. No place is beyond its reach.”

Destiny squeaked and Calder drew in a breath like he had working lungs, “tis Andy, young miss… our lady Rori has returned, as has the master.” Destiny’s eyes doubled in size as Calder’s tone became ominous, “we must return at once, young miss… Andy says there has been an incident, and we are to be summoned by the master.” Destiny clutched the book she held tightly to her chest and began to chew the inside of her cheeks. “Ok, let’s go home then,” she whispered and Calder bowed at the waist as Destiny disappeared in her signature cloud of dazzling orange dust//