The Darkest Destiny Novels & Stories

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

“You will receive him, I have no time to deal with a scorn like him.” “Yes.” Darren bowed. They arrived at the pack training ground, where many of the soldiers were assembled, Darkness headed to the podium, his gaze cold, his shadows swirling around him, a constant reminder that he was both their Alpha and the devil's spawn. “I entrusted the packs safety and security to you, and you dare to let a mere human escape with an Omega wolf?” His voice boomed, and he could feel the fear radiating off the soldiers, but Darkness didn't care. “You have a day to find her, and if you cant.” His sharp eyes watched the warriors as they muttered in disbelief. “I will show you exactly why I am called Darknes

“What is this? Some shitty, low budget version of A Christmas Carol?” A burning look from the boy and all his sarcasm died. “You’re here to decide your destiny, Gavin Patchett.” Gavin scowled despite the lingering pain in his guts. “Destiny? I don’t have a destiny. I’m a writer. A genre writer.” He wiped his mouth on his arm again. “No destiny here. Sorry.” The boy remained still, his blue eyes boring into Gavin’s. “You will choose today, Gavin Patchett, what you will serve: Order or Chaos. Light or Dark. Purpose . . . or the Other.”

"He's still here, even if you tried to guide him in a different direction or whispered in his ear. He remains inside. The dark version's figure shifted once more, his grin widening and becoming more menacing. "But you see, Nyla, isn't that the issue? This was never designed for him to fight. He has it in his blood. His destiny is etched in fire and flame, in pandemonium." I stood tall, facing the dark version head-on. "Then I’ll rewrite his destiny. Not you. Not the crown. I won’t let you take him." A look of utter rage took the place of the dark version's smile. "Nyla, you'll regret this. You will be the one to suffer."

A Destiny Written in Stone Daniel had always known his fate was dark. He had been hunted, feared, and used as a pawn by forces beyond his understanding. But standing here, in the heart of the sanctuary, reading the prophecy that had been hidden from the world, he realized something far worse. “The one who carries the darkness shall walk the path of ruin…” “But ruin is not the end—only the beginning.” “For if he survives the war within, he shall not be a harbinger of destruction… but the first of something new.”

Darkness explained. “The Bloodmoon Alpha is a reincarnation of an ancient wolf spirit?” I blinked. Darkness nodded. “An ally from before we were werewolves. A brother. I doubt his current incarnation would remember what he was or Light and me. But memories or not, destiny will bring him to us.” he explained, his eyes having a far-off look to them.

forceful as she asks, “What vision? Tell me everything that you saw.”She didn’t appear astonished when I told her, “In my vision I was flowing with so much magic and I killed Dimitri.” In fact, it felt like she was expecting me to say that very thing. “Why aren’t you surprised?” I asked, observing her bewildered by her knowledge. “I knew something felt wrong. Early this morning I was in a deep meditation at the mountains and I noticed something strange. I could see darkness in the clouds rising over the pack. The animals in the forests were dying, and their blood was stained black as if poisoned by Darkness. Something terribly wrong is happening,something dark and evil is coming to the pack

asked Hadrian. James took a deep breath. “It also has records of the Dark Strife.” The three companions were confused. Mia asked. “What’s the Dark Strife?” James explained. “The Dark Strife is an event related to the Dark World. In the past, chaos broke out in the Dark World, affecting the entire universe. Ultimately, it led to the collapse of the universe. Only a few powerhouses were fortunate enough to escape death. The Holy Master of Nothingness and Dark Lotus Demonic Ancestral Master died in this turmoil.”

They'd made their choice when they decided to betray the Black Rose, when they'd chosen to turn their weapons on their own. She'll be okay, I told myself. I would make sure she got out of here, alive and whole. Jude deserved the world, deserved to be happy in ways I could never give her. I was filled with darkness, steeped in it so deep I didn't know where it ended and I began. I was dangerous, a weapon that had been sharpened and honed until killing was as natural as breathing. And I didn't know what I wanted for myself anymore. A man lunged at me from a doorway, his fist swinging wild. "You fucking bastard!" he snarled, spit flying from his mouth.