Predestined Novels & Stories

" Xander said and Tony hissed, his hands rolled into a tight fist. "Fine then. But I must tell you...that land...must become mine at all means." He said before leaving the office. Xander smirked before slightly shaking his head, obviously not affected by Tony's threat. Tony, for the past two years had always had his eyes on Yeild's view, the reason?, well it was best known to him.

I began to get angry as I asked. “What is a predestined?” I asked her more in a growl. “The best and quickest way to explain it is what you would call mate. Or Soulmate. She is the one that was gifted to you by the goddess herself. It is very rare that you are gifted with more than one mate.” Amethyst explained before nodding to Lucy. It appears that witches too had mates but a different name. I was excited at this realization as it would allow her to feel a sort of bond and encourage her to be with us.

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW "Yes, I want everything to be at my doorstep before 9 am." He said as he took a sip of coffee "I don’t care, you heard what I said." He growled out before he hung up the call As he hung up the call he walked to his bed and lay on it before he heard a soft knock on the door, before he could say anything the door opened. "We need to leave now." "Now? It’s past eleven, can’t we wait till tomorrow?"

The more he observed, the more he sensed the delicate balance between the ordinary and the mystical. As they walked, Darius couldn't help but steal glances at John. John was unlike anyone Darius had ever met. He carried a unique scent, both new and familiar, like a song you couldn't quite place. The scent wrapped around Darius and his bear, evoking a strange feeling, almost like a distant memory from when he believed in stories about fate, mates, and destiny. Could fate be playing tricks on him? The thought lingered in his mind as he grappled with the idea.

It’s time for him to call his prey once more. They must be continually reminded of what is at stake. One mistake from Jim and Nathan’s side and their downfall will begin.

“There’s another way.” Her own Kai, the one she knew, stood behind him, defiant and terrified. “Evryn, I believe in you. Not because of what you’re supposed to be—but because you refuse to be what they want.” Evryn’s light intensified. The Architect began to unravel. Its voice frayed: “BEFORE ALL THINGS—THERE WAS PURPOSE.” “IF PURPOSE DIES—SO DOES THE UNIVERSE.” Evryn stood between the pull of two destinies. One led to divinity.

Do you know the definition of Free Will? Here's a reminder: it's the free, unconstrained will. What about Fate? 1. power that irrevocably determines the course of events. 2. All the events that make up the life of a human being (often considered as resulting from causes distinct from his will). Do you see what I'm getting at ? No ? One doesn't go with the other! And in my world, free will doesn't seem to be winning. Not for lack of trying! But I screwed up...

And the consequences of making it is also death. We are trained mercilessly, day and night like a dog, we have no other ulterior motives than to satisfy our clients. Who are our clients? Rich and wealthy conglomerates, politicians with the most power that even the president of Athens bows to. Hexagon is hidden from the world, it doesn't exist under any radar, we are all dead men, whether you make it or not. Once we finish our Initiation, we are giving a new name aside from the number we were given on the day we were recruited.

And I wouldn't have it any other way. Varyn began "I can feel you three are getting too attached..." Hayes scoffed turning towards the street which led to the pack house. "You three? Are you excluding yourselves now?" "Of course, we are excluded. Whatever you three decide to do with an omega was solely based on your own decisions. We have a sole devotion to our mate. That was what the moon goddess created us for," Onyx explained. My head was splitting. The alcohol and drugs, coupled with arguing with a part of ourselves, were beginning to get to me.

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.