Shadows Of Destiny Novels & Stories

"You are the chosen one. You have been chosen by the spirits to fulfill a great destiny." Shadow was stunned. He had always known that he was different, but he had never imagined that he was destined for something so important. "What is my destiny?" Shadow asked, his heart pounding with excitement. "You must bring peace to the forest," the voice replied. "The spirits have seen that a great danger is coming. A darkness is spreading through the land, and only you can stop it. You must gather the wolves of the forest and lead them to victory against the darkness." Shadow knew that this was a great task, but he was determined to fulfill it. He knew that he couldn't do it alone, so he began to ga

She was nervous but also excited. Will they like her? Will they welcome her with open arms? Only time will tell as they were moving toward the village that Caleb seemed to forget to her as their group consists of Caleb, Xavier, the one with brunette hair and grey eyes, Arthur who was black-headed and green eyes, and her to the secret village that was known as Shadow Pack.

Her grief gave birth to the wrath that tainted her as the change took hold. It wasn’t long before she caught up with Daniel and the others. Her mind went to Ava. The woman told her of a plan. One that would see Penny being whole again. Ava needed to live. She needed to retrieve the Book of Shadows. Everything rested on her and the book. What the rest of them had to do was stay alive and keep each other safe. The shadows used themselves as projectiles, rocketing towards Penny. Since they could not render her soulless, they came at her to cause physical injury. Penny allowed her anger to feed her strength.

the shadow replied " My name is Colton and I have been assigned as your second in command. I have been looking after you since you were a baby but I was ordered by the late king and Queen. I mean your birth parents. They ordered me not to show myself to you or anyone until you turn eighteen or are close to turn eighteen. All the shadows that you saw today are from your hidden Kingdom that your parent hid to keep us protected from the enemy. They used every last of their powers to protect us the died after that but made me promise to always look after yourself from hiding. You turned eighteen today which is why all the shadows decided to appear but you got scared and fainted. They didn't mean

The old man wanted to take care of the Russian mafia himself so he didn’t let me go after him because he was scared I would end up dead somewhere in a ditch as well. I respected his wishes so I stayed away and let him deal with it on his own but it seems like I was being dragged into their business so now it was mine also. And they just signed their own death by pulling my dear baby into this. They should pray that I don't regain my strength anytime soon because if I do they won’t get out of here alive. They will meet their maker sooner than they thought. There is a reason why I’m called The Shadow of death. “No wonder Dominic is after you.” Mr.unkown said, tightening the hold he had on my f

Flames of Desire, Shadows of Betrayal ••• The day had begun. Desire, danger, and destiny were intertwined, and the first move in a game of fire and shadows was already being played. The Heartwood was alive with energy as Aella and Thalen stepped deeper into its ancient grove, where roots twisted like living serpents and leaves whispered in the morning breeze. The forest had a pulse of its own, synchronized with the Dominion’s heartbeat, and today it seemed to hum with anticipation.

Proof that shadows were closing in. I leaned into Victor’s chest, his arms wrapping around me like armor. “Promise me,” I whispered. “Promise you won’t let this destroy Elysium.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, fierce and reverent. “I promise. But understand, Cassie—whoever dared to touch you like this… they’ve already declared war.” And in that moment, with Victor’s heartbeat thundering beneath my ear and the photos burning a hole in my thoughts, I realized something terrifying.

Rose might have been muttering too low for a human to hear, but Aria was an alpha wolf and her words were loud to her ears. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her brows furrowed as she finally noticed that Rose’s expression was down, “And what are shadows?” Rose lifted her head and tried to force out a smile, but she failed, it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Think of shadows as the weaver’s equivalent of human assassins, except enhanced by the weave.” she replied, “They are a pretty small tight-knit group and are commonly called the dark side of the weavers.”

“Not there. Not ever.” But even as I said it, I knew my protest was just that—words. Symbols don’t mean much when a man like Marcelo decides to erase them. My eyes drifted to the broken shards of my phone. Pieces of glass sparkled under the dim light, like tiny stars scattered across the rug. My chest ached. That phone had been my lifeline—my way to wire money back to my mother, to Fae. To make sure they ate. To keep them alive while I played Elena’s shadow.

A kingdom that looked like what it was — something dead pretending to live, something wrong pretending to be a world. He crossed into vampire territory at dawn, three days out from the human palace, wearing the plain clothes of a travelling servant and carrying papers that named him Renn, employed by a merchant house that did not exist. The border wasn't marked with walls or watchtowers. Just a shift in the road — the stones better-laid, the trees on either side older and unmolested, and a quiet that was different from the quiet he was used to. Not the quiet of absence. The quiet of something that had been left alone long enough to settle into itself. He kept walking.