Poems Of Destiny Novels & Stories

I would gladly receive this kind of demise. To be continued...

Like just a second would be enough for them to tear us apart. 'Why are you helping us?' jessica asks. 'As I said, I don't like you'll here' says the alpha and continues 'Now leave and never return to this forest' 'Where should we start looking?' I ask. 'Destiny is bound to open paths for those who care to see' saying so the alpha turns to leave and the remaining pack follows, while the animals on the right corner seem to be eager for a chance. 'Lets go now' urges Jessica and pulls me along. We walk hoping its the right way and reach the tangled roots again, but this time the roots open up and make a path for us to pass through easily.

It’s like everything that happened had to happen for them to meet. She had to have been drunk enough to fall asleep and get ill the next day. Forming friendship with her one-night stand and getting pregnant over that. it was destiny for her. Destined for her. I agree to disagree but who cares? Well, well, well, let’s leave here, we still have work to complete. “Amy, look at this one.” I looked at Sophia’s choice and it was really pretty. A simple band with seven small diamonds shaped in wind flow looking insanely good while the matching male one had a single diamond with three diamonds on each side.

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“There is no destiny that is chosen by someone for you. No destiny can choose death for you. There is no destiny so coward! That chooses no rebel for you. Whatever destiny that calls, is more than a scheme! Differentiate between destiny and schemes, destiny comes from unseen, which we build ourselves. Schemes come from plots that are set for us”, said the voice calmly. “Who to trust then? Every face seems treacherous, sly, cunning, and luring in this world. I wish to hideaway. And run away”, she spoke dreamily, inhaling the warmth of the lavenders deeply, filling her lungs even more.

He trailed off, his expression troubled. "Means what?" Lady Amara demanded. "There's a prophecy. Very old. Most think it's just legend." The High Priest looked at Louis. "It says that when the Mark of the Warrior Moon appears again, the kingdom will face its greatest trial. Blood will answer blood. And only the marked one can choose whether the kingdom stands or falls." "That's not helpful," I said. "I don't want to choose anything. I just want to survive." "What we want and what fate demands are rarely the same, child."

I exhaled, long and slow watching the flame flare up. Somewhere, she was walking toward the truth. And I, perhaps, toward her undoing. The wind shifted, whispering through the trees like a warning or a prayer. I whispered back, voice almost lost in the dark: “If she falls, let me fall beside her.” Then I mounted once more and rode into the night, following the faint pulse of destiny, into the hollow between stars.

In that moment, the call of destiny was not just a prophecy; it was a living promise, an invitation to rise, to unite, and to step boldly into the future. Thus, as the pack prepared for the days to come, the seeds of destiny were sown deep within every heart. The vision of unity, sacrifice, and hope was now a guiding light—a call that would echo through every challenge and triumph. And in that echo, the Blue Moon Pack found the strength to move forward, together, into a future that was theirs to create.

She couldn’t go back home just yet—not where her mother would be waiting, looking up to her to solve this mess James had created. With no particular destination in mind, she turned her car toward the outskirts of the city. She drove aimlessly, the city’s buildings blurring past her, until her car stopped at a small sanctuary she knew of: an indoor garden nestled in the heart of the city, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world. The lush greenery and the sweet scent of flowers helped her ground herself in ways she couldn’t explain. It was peaceful here, far away from the stress and the constant pressure. For a while, she let herself breathe. It was a place that allowed her to think, wit

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.