My Destiny By Lyn Novels & Stories

“Whereas werewolves are not only born with destiny, but also with their true mate.” Yoren pressed his lips tightly together. He had many reasons he wanted to voice to refute Gwyneth’s words, yet his tongue felt bound. “Destiny can play games,” Gwyneth continued. “But when it comes to true mates, it never acts carelessly.” She lifted her hand slightly as if tracing an invisible line in the air. “Destiny has many ways to bring mates together, bind them and separate them.” Then, in a tone that almost sounded like a warning, she added, “Perhaps this illness is the way destiny has chosen for you.”

There was no fear in their eyes, only pride and an unspoken promise of unwavering support. As the night deepened, a solemn resolve settled within me. The path was treacherous, the stakes immeasurable, but the call of my destiny was clear. With each passing hour, the pieces of the prophecy coalesced within my mind, forging the map of a future that I, Eden Bentley, was born to shape.

he murmured. She whispered, “I trust you.” They leapt. The forest vanished above them. The sky twisted. Wind roared in their ears. Ryder pulled her close mid-fall, shielding her body with his as they plummeted toward the churning waters below, But before they struck the river’s surface, a familiar voice curled through the air, soft and ancient and merciless. “You cannot run from destiny.” Lunaris’s shadow fell across them, And everything shattered into blinding silver light.

I climb into the driver's seat and start the car while simultaneously attempting to squelch my own primitive yearning to achieve my true potential, to feel my body shift and transform while it is exposed to the moonlight. I've been putting it off, and now that I can hear my pack howling in the distance, I wish that I had made up my mind tonight and joined them. Even if my change means I have to be chained to Ashton Daniels for the rest of our lives, the idea of having to wait another month is excruciating.

“ No dear, I wanted to protect my wife and baby. “ I replied. “ I love you forever….Jaanu…. “ I kissed her. *********** Winning is victory…. Winning by overcoming all obstacles is history. …we had so many obstacles in our path….still love is our destiny †********* Hi lovely readers One more chapter of this book to be published. Meanwhile, drop your reviews and comments on the story. The next book will the sequel of this book which their kids story. " LOVE HAPPENS...."

[ Sophia ] I don't want to be the one! I never imagined my life to come on this turn where I found no way to escape my fixed destiny.All I ever dreamt to pursue my masters's degree at Cambridge and start a new life somewhere far from this city which only gave me deep scars to remember but like I said, destiny always played dirty tricks on me.

A part of them was positive that this was a trap, but they had already mind-linked the other warriors of the pack. And that was when Destiny picked up the most heavenly scent that she had ever smelled. It was way better than the smell of the food cooked by Liara’s mother. It was a combination of soil after the first rain and lavender. ‘Mate.’ Destiny growled at that scent. Destiny quickly wanted to go near her mate and looked around in search of him, and immediately her eyes met his blood-red eyes. But why was he hidden there? Before she could understand that the warriors who were trying to remove the rock, their heads fell on the ground.

If I had kept her, if I had claimed her as my Luna instead of throwing her away for a useless business merger with Morgan, the Moonlight Pack would have ruled the entire northern territory. I had thrown away a goddess for a handful of dirt. "She's coming back for us, Darren," Lydia wept, burying her face against my knees as the darkness of the cell closed in around us. "She's the Luna now... and she's going to kill us both."

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.

I remained silent, letting my hands communicate what words couldn't, soothing her with every gentle stroke of my fingers on her back. Lynda lifted her tear-stained face from my shoulder, locking her gaze with mine. I tenderly brushed away her tears, and she squeezed her eyes shut momentarily. "I view it as destiny. A sacrifice made, a perspective that eases my healing. It sounds strange when spoken aloud," she managed a brittle chuckle. "In relinquishing the grasp on my own child, fate returned you to us."