The Villain Of Destiny 17 Novels & Stories

His dad growled. “I'm not interested in being someone's maid, damn it. I've heard how Johan treats the girls he dates! He treats them little better than slaves! “ Destiny said, finally losing her cool. Being a doormat in a loveless marriage was the last thing she ever wanted. Destiny was a Lycanthrope. Humans called them werewolves. As half-human and half-animal, they lived in packs. Away from the prying human eyes. A werewolf was used to living secretly, and each pack varied with different rules. Destiny was the daughter of the beta David and Helen Parr from the Moon Rock pack. One of the powerful and the most isolated pack in North America. However, there was one demerit at least in her pa

Being Mafia lords and ladies, the last Mafia lady before Corey died and Corey stands to take the olden gem of the last Mafia lady, that gem doesn't just signify the next heir, it provides royalty and compels the other families to bow down and worship the supreme lord, which is Corey. "I'm confused, Since Corey is the next in line, why the battles?". Lucia confused about what was happening, asked me, I too had no idea why but wouldn't mind finding out. "I don't know, but I think we should wait for Corey and Jason to come back"... I asserted, leaving the study room. I took the book along, I'd want to read more about the lost gem of their last Mafia ruler. Corey arrived a few minutes before mid

he added. "Is there a way to kill him?" I asked. "Yes, but Destiny is the only one who can do it," he replied. "So... Should I tell Destiny about Lex?" I muttered. "She will find out herself," he said. "You should go; I need to meditate," he added, with his eyes closed. I went back to my room, trying to understand everything that had just happened. So, Lex is a demon, not only a demon but Lucifer's son. And I should stay and do nothing about it. What exactly is Lex planning?

The might of Mortal Celestials was not something ordinary humans could withstand. Destin released divine flames from his orifices as he hovered in midair. The flames grew in magnitude when they came into contact with the mystique energy of the surroundings, turning into a rain of dire. A purple wheel of flames silently approached among the rain—the high-grade Spiritool, Purple Wheel. The last one to attack was Destin. He suffered the heaviest injuries, but his aura was also the most shocking. Destin took a step back, and the wheel of light behind him immediately merged with him. He grew in size until he was a giant. His skin shone with a golden sheen and seemed to be able to last forever.

“Do you have a choice in being the King? Of ruling over the council? Can you take off your disguise right here, right now, and announce your identity without fear of being swarmed by everyone at the park?” He was right…I didn’t have a choice. But I was different…and maybe, so was he. “I was born with a purpose, Kaleb.” I told him. “I was born to be the King. It’s not just my only choice, it’s my destiny.” “And I might not know what my destiny is or where my fate would lead me, but I know my purpose.” He told me just as seriously, never breaking eye contact. “I have a sister and she is terminally ill. I have to save her…if you are willing to help.”

Their entire family would enjoy wealth and glory, carefree and happy. A burst of manic laughter echoed as Hoss clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails piercing his skin. "Hoss, what are you laughing at?" Beside him, Selene frowned slightly. "It's nothing." Hoss wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled darkly. "Selene, do you believe in destiny?" "Of course." Selene nodded earnestly, then looked at Hoss with curiosity. "Destiny has two paths—one leads to the future, the other to hell. And my path is destined to trample over thousands of corpses. It's to go against the current, stand at the peak, overlook the heavens, and laugh proudly over all the powerful families!"

Something made me feel like she was giving more information than she should. “He will have a demon inside of him that seeks to gain control once in a while , and when it does, it'll be disastrous.” the more Valendor spoke, the brighter her eyes glowed. “Why? Why didn't you say all that?” I asked, panicking. “Because I'd have died before I could start the spell.” She muttered, and her eyes started dimming. “That is the cost of carrying such powerful destiny.” “He loves you, but he might not be the one for you.” She said, now gasping for breath. “He's the Prince that was promised, the last of the White wolves, and the hybrid of the demon wolves.”

Destiny is a mysterious force that none can comprehend. She didn’t know whom to blame in this situation. Does she blame herself for being unable to fight? Does she blame herself for Nevin’s condition? Does she blame herself for everything going on? Or should she blame her fate? She pushed them into the deepest chambers of her heart and locked them in the room of denial.

Only a fool would underestimate a vampire, careless or not, and Rave was no fool. As the heat within him grew, he tasted a sharpness in his fire he hadn’t felt in many years. Magical energies in the air and in the earth were combining—if they grew strong enough, they would produce a phenomenon called Destiratu. And Destiratu meant trouble. Somehow, in a way he didn’t fully understand and none of his elders could fully explain, Destiratu roused the killing ire in volkaane and vampire alike. Hunger and bloodlust raged, becoming uncontrollable for many.

“There is no destiny that is chosen by someone for you. No destiny can choose death for you. There is no destiny so coward! That chooses no rebel for you. Whatever destiny that calls, is more than a scheme! Differentiate between destiny and schemes, destiny comes from unseen, which we build ourselves. Schemes come from plots that are set for us”, said the voice calmly. “Who to trust then? Every face seems treacherous, sly, cunning, and luring in this world. I wish to hideaway. And run away”, she spoke dreamily, inhaling the warmth of the lavenders deeply, filling her lungs even more.