Power Of Destiny Novels & Stories

But always there. “No,” I screamed, trying to take my hand away. “This isn’t real. This isn’t my future.” But it could be, the voices whispered. This is what waits for you if you embrace your power. If you stop fighting what you are. “My destiny is to destroy everything?” I demanded. “To become a monster?” Your destiny is to be powerful. What you do with that power… that is your choice. But know this: the power will not be denied. It will consume you one way or another. The only question is whether you guide it, or let it guide you.

"Destiny Crystal?" Felix murmured. Dona looked at him with contempt. "You only need to know that whoever holds the Destiny Crystal can elevate their souls to the highest level. At that point, they would be able to control life and death with just a single thought. "Although you can't do it with the orb, your future wouldn't be as bad if you can form a mental crystal. You understand what I mean, right?" Was the Destiny Crystal that powerful? To be able to elevate the soul to its peak and could even control life was insanely powerful! Felix's heart surged with excitement.

"I have decided that Princess Isabella Rosette Campbell of Elysian will be bound in a wedlock with me, King Nicholas the third of Arcane, two full moons henceforth from this day" he announced and smirked. Yesterday was a full moon day. That means I have two months. Freaking two months!

“You must face the storms that approach. Darkness gathers, Ester. Wolves driven by greed and fear of what you are. They will come. They will hunt. They will try to claim you.” My fists clenched. “And William?” I whispered. “Is he part of this destiny?” She cupped my jaw, eyes glowing. “He is the only one who can keep you from losing yourself to your power.” The river glowed brighter. The ground trembled. The dream began to dissolve. “Ester,” she said, her voice echoing around me, “remember this—your power is not your curse. It is your crown.” Light swallowed everything. “Do not fear what you are.”

Why was she so unfortunate? “Now what?” she screamed as she clutched her head while looking at the sky. “Now, we trigger the power hiding within you. Unlike your ancestors, who carried no trait, you are a different child. Without facing a calamity, that power couldn’t be triggered. Everything is fated. For us to meet here, it was all written on the destiny stone. Everything always happens for a reason. So don’t resent anyone. Now the question is, do you want to embrace the power your great-great-great grandmother used to wield?

I had the feeling that he feared that we had been followed. "Some call me The mother of all, and for others I am just a sinner who was exiled by condemning humanity to all sins. However, I am truly the lady of Destiny. I can determine when a new life will come into the world, and I can decide its torments and overcoming. I am the one who chooses which paths humans will cross, and where their lives will end. Even so, I'm stuck in my own Destiny, and I can't create a story for myself.

Alpha Red's younger brother had the power to see the thread of destiny. Destiny was not omnipotent; it could be compared to a roadway with lots of paths, and depending on a certain action, everything could change accordingly. "Do as you wish, but why so?" I didn't know if I should believe this guy or not. He looked dead serious in his request. His ancient power might seem worthless to others, but the ability to see the thread of fate was a deadly and very powerful gift that other clans might underestimate. "Let's have a cup of tea," I suggested, and Renton immediately nodded in agreement.

"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.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this before — in that red desert, under the three moons. The devil had knocked. And now she wanted in.

He shakes his head, “I know where all the ruins are now and can remove all but one.” I arch a brow to him, “all but one?” He gives me a lopsided smile and nods. He turns me and outlines something between my shoulder blades with his finger, “this one.” I turn my head trying to look over my shoulder and sigh, “how do we remove it?” I don’t remember ever getting a ruin tattooed on me, but I don’t remember a lot of what’s happened. He pushes me through the garden entrance, and I turn looking at him, “we don’t, there’s only one way to remove that ruin,” he sighs, “only destiny has that power.” He turns and walks away.