The Pale Heart Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

I try not to close mine, but the day has been more stressful than usual and my eyelids automatically close until I fall into a dreamless sleep. Nicolette POV You will not win...the people you love will die and the whole world will fall under your fury. Destiny has been written; the weapon of the apocalypse will turn the world into darkness.... It is your destiny. I blink my eyes with my breath quickening and my forehead beaded with sweat- “Another nightmare” I return calmly and only now feel that I am not in the great hall but on my bed. I feel a weight to my left and heavy breathing. Darren must have collapsed from sleep.

“Given with the heart that will never waver unto the side of the dark. Your both hearts will be one as your destiny will tick and falls into the destruction that will start the beginning of times.” Blessed by the goddess with a curse that no one can undo. The shard bit and the fragment of the core of the heavens and of everything that is present and what’s in it started and spins. With the pure heart, soul, and destiny that will intertwine the both of them into the deep hole and pit of destruction and sorrow. Her tears could only hope for one thing, as her sacrifice and end curse is drawing near. “I’ll see unto everything as I have already foreseen the future that you both hold. To complete

Sam lifted him and rushed him to where Destiny was and they stared at each other, holding hands while they continued to shift. After four hours of nothing but pain, Destiny laid on four paws on the floor. She had a black coat with white streaks, white tipped paws, and white diamond on her chest. She had deep green eyes that looked like emeralds. She just laid there, unable to move from the pain so Crystal just sat with her while Tim's screams still echoed through the room.

Matthew said. "All this fighting won't get us anywhere. Destiny is in danger, and we need to go back for her," Gold added. "Gold is right," Camila muttered. I glared at Lex, wishing he was the one with Beelzebub, not Destiny. What if he kills her? I had different thoughts running through my head. "What if he kills her?" I said, tears streaming down my face. "He won't. I can feel it. I have a strong feeling that he's not going to kill her. It seems like he needs Destiny for some reason," Matthew muttered. Continuation Request

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

I stand alone in the clearing and listen to my heart pounding steadily as happiness blooms in my chest. If Destiny survived a blade, there's no way she can survive a witch.

muttered Cynthia . " But they can't kill her ." said Damon . " You can ." said Jeffery . " I won't ." snapped Damon . " Destiny has to be full filled and beleieve me or not accept it or not you gonna do it , you can't help it Damon one of you have to die it's the nature's call and don't forget it's gonna be full moon red full moon and the full moon brings beast out of the people and red blood moon is gonna be worse than you think you guys can't run away even if you hide in two different corners of the world you gotta get back and fight each other there is nothing you can do to escape its your destiny . " said Jeffery .

“My destiny. I would no more leave you behind then I could tear my heart from my chest and leave it abandoned on the roadside.” “Rivyn,” I was undone. It was not the words I wanted to hear, but it was a declaration that amounted to the same, I thought. I put my hand over his heart. “You are mine, too,” I told him. “My destiny, my heart.” He smiled, and the expression in his eyes made me melt. “My destiny,” he agreed. “My heart.” He shifted to the side and drew me against his chest, pressing his face into my hair. I pressed my lips to his chest, and gradually drifted into sleep, my cheek against his skin, wrapped in his arms.

The weight of despair threatened to overwhelm me, but Damian's presence anchored my resolve. "Together, we can change this," he murmured, his hand clasping mine. His support rekindled my determination, and we pressed on. --- Damian's Perspective As we delved deeper, the path narrowed, leading to a cavern illuminated by an ethereal glow. At its center stood an ancient pedestal, upon which rested a crystalline shard pulsating with light—the Enigma's Core. Approaching cautiously, we felt a surge of energy connecting the Core to the Heart we possessed. The realization dawned: the Heart was incomplete without the Core.

“Whoever may have done this used great dark powers, but none supersedes me.” Her grey eyes returned to me. Piercing right through my soul. “Are you willing to trade one pain for another?” she asked. “Grace…” Rhys’ voice was a warning. I ignored him. “Yes,” I said immediately. “Then come. Once I feed on your energy, I will be able to make the elixir to cure the twins.” “Is this dangerous?” Declan asked. “Yes,” the woman replied simply. “If your mate gets lost in her memories, and drowned by grief, it may be difficult to pull her out.”