The Darkest Destiny Novels & Stories

You've done nothing. Father grunts as he fastens his seatbelt, but he doesn't respond to her. The journey to Aconitum Hall seems endless. Nobody speaks up. Mother and Father don't bother asking questions, either because they won't speak to the thralls or because they know the thralls won't answer them. But I know deep down that this is it. It has to be. I'm not sure why Orion selected this method, with soldiers and an after-dark vehicle kidnapping, but this has to be the moment he breaks the contract with me.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

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A man named Darko, swimming in the ruins of his destiny. Harvesting souls required not just looking for the worst souls because you could also find the best, you needed to be there at the right time, at the exact moment they were overwhelmed by the ruins of their lived time. So I waited, watching the man named Darko trade himself for a game. Others had backed out but he remained, fighting against a game he couldn’t beat. Others chose to preserve their lives or what was left of it, he instead chose complete ruin, as he was already ruined and decided to abandon hope and redemption.

Darkness was his only ally in the battle that was unfolding, and he was willing to dive deeper into the dark abyss to achieve his goal. Justin understood that as long as Maya resisted the mark of the supreme alphas, there was still a chance of victory in his sinister plot. An alliance with Salazan, the supreme being of darkness, became a necessary pact, even if it meant embracing the cruelty he himself feared. The game of shadows was far from over, and Justin was willing to risk everything to achieve the ultimate power that consumed him.

At times the Battleaxe tribe must let the dark come as a cocoon, for their grief prepares them for the light; so they let the mourning wrap around them, they let it start their healing song. Vengeance must serve in a plotter, fresh and warm, they thought. After the burial, Celestina, Diana, and Tommy launched their journey to the Dark Mountains as per the manuscript of Marites, the Fated One dwells on the darkest peak. Supervised by young Cavin, the four souls commenced their voyage into the darkest side of the land.

Argun asked, peering through the rippling portal. They looked toward the edge of outer darkness, where lakes of fire churned and portal after portal blinked open like angry eyes. All around them were scenes of torment—souls being dragged through ash and flame, their cries echoing with weeping and gnashing of teeth. The sounds could drive any mortal insane. But Destiny had been here before. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes scanned past the rivers of flame and writhing creatures, searching. Through all the chaos, Gigi pointed, her voice tight. “What’s that over there?”

Dark Shadow chuckled. “Where?” Kylie asked. The next full moon was in three days. That was enough time to prepare. “Here. Destiny will be coming here in three days.” Dark Shadow answered. “You...why are you being so compliant. Are you that afraid of death?” Davies asked with his brows furrowed. Dark Shadow’s cooperation was mightily unusual. There was something off about this entire scenario. “Afraid of death? I will not survive losing all my limbs. I have at most a few more minutes to live.” Dark Shadow smiled wryly.

Another punches my stomach while I’m simultaneously being shoved down to the ground. “Let me go,” I scream, or at least I try to, but no sound leaves my lips. Suddenly, something shifts in the air. The large men surrounding me freeze before taking position at my sides, letting me see what is ahead. Who is ahead. A man steps forward, a large black cloak covering his body and dragging against the mud as he moves. His face is shrouded in shadows, but I see his eyes. They are sharp yet deep, a swirl of greenish-brown filled with death.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************