Night Of Destiny Novel Anastasia Novels & Stories

Asty's response brought a smile to the noble's face. She then remembers the moments of her life. Her family, her dead child, the laughter of the villagers and how she used to collect her favorite flowers. Those memories, rushed into her minds giving her a peace of racing tranquility. Her peaceful expression became the visage of her final moments. She closed her eyes gently and slept forever. Her hands became lifeless. Asty slowly places it down and gets up, wiping the tears away from her face and pretended a brave expression. She looks over to the bedroom's door as the maid entered and hands her over a golden envelope with the stamp of the King's insignia.

HERMES What were the chances of finding someone you'd waited your whole life for… in the underground of all places? Lost and feverish from heat, a room away from where Mafia bosses were having their annual meeting. Well, what happened next… was a blur of memory. *** Anastasia tasted the same. Better than I expected. She knocked me off my feet the moment she crashed her lips to mine. Now her hands tightened on my chest. Frustrated, she shoved me off and backed away, flushed.

My mouth clamped shut, but my mind was screaming in terror. “Die! A man dressed in all black, save for his brown eyes glinting murderously toward me, yelled when he saw I was up. I rolled off the bed just in time to see the sword he held in his hand stabbed into the center of the bed where I was barely seconds away. “Good call,” Darius growled at me as he grabbed the assassin by the edge of his clothes. “Now close your eyes.” He ordered me.

“You’re ours. Whether you wear my crown or not.” Then she vanished, swallowed by the tide like a shadow never meant to walk the light. By the time they resurfaced, the moon hung low and red. Kael was waiting at the cliffs, breathless with worry. Anastasia ran to him saying nothing, only needing to feel his arms wrap around her before she shattered completely. “What did you find?” he asked, gently brushing her damp hair back. She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “My blood… your curse… the war it’s all tied to something older. And I think…”

he tsked, reaching for the blood wine his sister was drinking at his entrance. A knot tightened in her belly, and she put her legs down and dismissed the enslaved person with a gut-wrenching kick. The poor boy struggled to reach his feet, but couldn’t. Not wanting to get another crippling hit, he crawled away as fast as he could. Anastasia grabbed a fistful of her hair while breathing heavily. Nektarios keeps surprising her as the days go by. The decisions he has been making and pushing her aside are still quite shocking. As if letting the human mate live in his house wasn’t enough. Now they are prepping her for the Luna position she has ached and begged for, for ages.

“That’s the least I can do, Cedric.” Juliet woke up and rushed to my side protectively, but Anastasia glared at her. “You have just thirty minutes before the moon rises. Save your mate and the pack,” she muttered before taking a seat by the door, as if waiting for something. “Death,” she said suddenly. “I’m waiting for death.” I nodded and calmly accepted the dagger she handed to me. “He is in the forest preparing for the ritual. Aim for his heart…” she whispered. “Devlin?” I asked to be sure, and she nodded.

"I will protect you. I'll make this world sweeter with me by your side." *** Anastasia gasped, her small body shaking in the suffocating darkness. The nightmares that kept haunting her pulled her back into the past. She was in a cold, unfriendly mansion - the home of the Noire family. Her body seemed to have reverted to that of a seven-year-old girl, a child tragically abandoned by her mother.

“Caitlin, you hail from a special lineage. It is not too much to say that the fate of the entire vampire and human races rests in your hands. And yet, you have not fully chosen to embrace your mission. Instead, you chase past lovers. You still follow your heart. As you knew from the start, your mission begins in Florence. It is time for you to embrace your responsibilities. You must lead us to the shield. And find your true father.” “But I don’t know how to do that,” she pleaded. “Yes you do,” he answered. “You already have the meaning in your dream.” She looked at him. Florence. Those doors. At that moment, she knew that was where she needed to go. The sky suddenly darkened, and a strong wi

I wouldn't be immune to it until my Luna ceremony. "You are MINE!" He carried on with his rant. "You are mine to use, mine to abuse, mine to kill, do you understand?" I carefully nodded, fighting the tears that wanted to stream down my face. "I will NOT put ip with you being disrespectful, Beta's daughter or not. Do you understand me Anastazie?" He all but growled into my ear. I nodded again but something shocked me, how did he know who I was? Better yet how did he know my name? Almost like he read my mind he chuckled.

And now, all that was left was their blood which they were currently going to clean. Dante looked at me, and nodded at his mum before walking toward me. Seeing him, Anastasia took a step back and sat down, her eyes remaining fixed on the floor where her mate was. The man who had tried to kill her. Hell, he even killed her and had it not been for Eva, she would have died. “Neonata” he whispered before wrapping his arms around me. I laid my head on his chest, right over where his heart was beating. He ran his hand over my shoulder, purring gently as he tried to calm me down.