My Destiny By Lyn นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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."

Destiny beckoned, and I could no longer deny its call. With each step I took towards my humble home, I carried within me a newfound purpose. The road ahead would be paved with danger, but armed with the knowledge of my true identity and the support of those who believed in me, I would face whatever lay ahead. The time had come for Yennifer to reclaim her destiny and unravel the tangled web of deception that had plagued her existence for far too long.

Sitting on her knees on the ground, crying non-stop, so much so that her makeup faded, she raised her head slightly, staring blankly into the void, like she was praying for someone to save her. Sitting on the center sofa is a man who looks like a mighty man. He lights a match and smokes a cigarette with a deep sense: "If you don't drink all ten bottles of wine, take off your clothes." Haley begged desperately: "Please don't..." Before Haley finished speaking, a clear voice with a hint of indifference suddenly spoke up to cut her off. "Let Haley go. I'll drink."

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.

He had calculated, controlled, dominated, but the raw, predatory inevitability radiating from me was unlike anything he had prepared for. Serena’s dagger wavered. Her motherly instincts screamed at her, yet the truth was undeniable. She could not stop what had always been written. I took another step closer, the forest around us trembling, shadows stretching, wind stilling. “Tonight,” I whispered, almost tenderly, “you will see. You will understand. Lyla belongs to me. Serena… you belong to me. And Kale…” My gaze locked on him. “You will not stop destiny.” The first flicker of motion came from Lyla. Tentative. Trembling. Yet determined. A step forward, small but resolute. Her hand tightened

He leaned in one last time, his voice low enough that only Abhinendra could hear. "You are not dying tonight. Death would be mercy. You are going somewhere no one knows. No light, no air, no name. And you'll rot there until even your shadow forgets you." Ryker completed digging his fingers into Abhinendra's cracked head earning soul shuddering scream from him.