Romans & histoires The Twins Of Destiny

But beneath the banners and oaths… Greed was sharpening its knives. Treachery was already taking notes. And destiny was licking its teeth. I laughed quietly. Elena thought she was commanding the storm. But storms don’t follow anyone. They destroy everything in their path, even the ones who summon them. And when this all exploded… It would be the twins the world would tear apart to claim. I glanced at Finn and Fia one more time. They were too innocent. Too powerful. And far too loved for what was coming next.

Regardless of whether they inhibit the witch’s side, too, she is happy that they will be able to defend themselves in this world, joining in the love that’s built this land. They are the future. These twins will carry love from the north pole right to the south in peace and harmony, reigning forever. “Yes, I’ll do that.” The End

Cassandra smile as she gently places the necklaces around the twins, their eyes open and staring at the woman who has now handed them a gift. "As I said, their blood is strong. Both twins are immune to silver and their Destiny will be great." With that, Cassandra bids her farewell, worry still gnawing at her for Crystalline. She has a feeling her destiny will be altered soon. A week passes with Cassandra praying to the Goddess of Destiny Morai to protect the twins as the feeling of something horrible happening grows. She spends her days either in her tower or with the Queen and the twins, always chanting a spell of protection on the two pups in hopes to keep them safe from Prince Coro. Word

Ethan entered, his expression dark with urgency. "You need to see this," he said, thrusting a crumpled letter into my hand. I unfolded the note, dread pooling in my gut. The words were sharp and deliberate: "The twin prophecy is already in motion. The second destiny walks among you—closer than you think." My pulse quickened. "Who sent this?" I demanded. Ethan shook his head, jaw clenched. "No name, no scent. But it’s a warning. Someone knows about the twin destinies—and they’re watching us."

Her hand grazed my stomach, sending a sensation through my womb that i wish to never experience again. She sat beside me, her eyes growing sad. “You and I were born under a twin moon, a rare occurrence often marked by misfortune or omen. One of us was meant to be born that night, but die to the presence of the twin moon, we became two. It was considered an error that was never meant to exist, because it meant that you and I would be the opposite of one another, apparently both in destiny and personality. A prophecy was made the night before we were conceived, it said that the two of us can not co exist. One shall rise and one of us will fall, and it will be by one of our hands.” My eyes wide

I explained in a single breath. “Wait, hold up. Calm down, Sky. What exactly are you trying to say?” Angela asked. I drew in a deep breath. “The twins... I don’t know who their father is.”

Another ancient call echoed faintly. A sister. A rival. A god who might guide… or claim. The twins slept, destiny wrapped tightly around them. And we would be ready.

For deep within—beyond uncertainty, confusion, and fear—she had one thing with cold certainty: The twins weren't merely a part of her history. They were a part of her destiny. And fate was summoning them home.

However, Alice had forgotten that she was the mother of a set of twins that belonged to a man named Antonio Earliton, who she assumed broke her heart. "Why is papi always jealous, Mamita?" Andrew asked as Alice held them both up, her round, sky-blue eyes making him even cuter; their eye colors were exactly the same and they resembled one another. "Kid, what did you just say? This lowlife has no right to make me jealous."His reply struck a deep chord with Mira, asking why he would refer to her as a lowlife.

I thought in my head confused. "But you are already my mate and we are already mates first, right? I think the Moon Goddess made a terrible mistake mating us with the same Werewolf right? Two sisters can not have two Mates. It's an abomination never heard of in the history of all Werewolves packs and we should not bring the curse of the moon Goddess." I explained quickly under one breath. But nobody was saying anything. Neither Sharon nor Alpha Royce and I were beginning to hate the suspense. "I just pray that he accepts me." I prayed in my heart.