Trumping My Tragic Destiny Novels & Stories

I shout, more furious than I could ever imagine and more broken than I can explain. I’ve suffered so much since we were exiled from our pack. But I had Mom. I had her protection, her strength, and that gave me something solid to stand on. Then I opened myself up to Dante. I built dreams around him. I lived off the hope of a life with him. And this is what I get. I should’ve known better than to put my future in someone else’s hands. “Cici! I love you!” he shouts. I stop. My body is hot and sweaty, my breath coming fast.

Breath to breath. “Did you think sending him to me covered in the scent of your rut would make him yours?” I growled low. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets and murmured with a maddening calm, “Ever heard of destiny? That place you end up because it was designed, that person you were always meant to meet?” He looked right at me then, his voice like ice. “I’m that destiny. The one he’s fated to crash into, no matter how far he tries to run,” his eyes bled into his wolf’s, burning with possessive certainty.

There was no answer to my questions. Before I knew it, my eyes fluttered open again, my gaze unfocused, as I slowly emerged from the trance-like state that had consumed me. I was met with the familiar surroundings of her home, but my mind was still trapped in the haunting memories of my parents' death. The recurring trance had taken hold of her once again, transporting me back to the traumatic moment when my mate, Jeremy, had taken their lives. I tried to shake off the vivid images, to push aside the overwhelming grief and guilt, but it was like trying to escape a nightmare that refused to end. My body felt heavy, my limbs trembling, as I struggled to regain control over her thoughts and emo

Is it natural for someone to be on the verge of departing this world? As she reflected on her life, she faced constant struggles, felt misunderstood by others, and experienced disappointments that dashed her hopes. She believed she deserved a better life, one that was not as pitiful as the one she was currently living. Tears cascaded down like rain as she dwelled on those thoughts. Lost in a sea of unhappy memories, Erica failed to notice a man approaching, gripping her arm. In a state of panic, she fought back, wrestling with the man, and then whatever transpired took place. Erica felt her entire body being lifted into the air. It was a gentle sensation. Images of the past appeared before h

It was best for all not to to dwell on the past and its regrets, the present and its torment, or of the future and its certain, dreary death; but to just sink in those dark blue eyes, take a long deep sigh and fly high unto the unknown. I have grown certain by now that nothing was going to alter what was happening. Nothing was going to subside the enraged fire that was eating us all up and leading us down to our doom. Nor was anything going to hush up the urged screams of the innocent that were troubling, and weighing most upon my being. Nothing could alter what was meant to be. It was the destiny that had been written on my stone years ago, engraved so deep on the hard rock of my fate that

Randall asked, holding him but he slammed his hand down. “Fuck! Fuck!” Cursing, tears glistening in his eyes, feeling utterly powerless. Hating himself for not using his cognition before. “Tristan, please don’t scare us. Tell us what the hell is happening.” Ruth called, worried to find Tristan broke like this. Sniffling, he looked back at Katastrofi, wiping his eyes, explaining with trembling lips. “Before us is… Katastrofi the Destroyer... Our one young mistake brought him to this world. I told you guys to not go there! I told you it’s dangerous. We are doomed now!” He yelled at them with a tear rolling down.

"The choice is yours, Alondra. You can let bitterness consume you, or you can find the courage to rise above it and seek the allies that will aid you on your journey." Her words resonated deep within me, resonating with the ember of strength that I thought had been extinguished. In that moment, I made a silent vow to myself – to embrace the unexpected, to venture beyond the confines of my grief, and to forge alliances that would guide me towards a destiny I could shape for myself. With newfound resolve, I looked into Trish's eyes, the flicker of determination mirrored in my gaze. "Thank you, Trish," I said, my voice steady. "I choose to rise above the bitterness and seek the allies that will

******* Travelling through unknown paths we stumble upon rocks and soar heights. ******* ~Tristan Life is a race for me I am set on the path for dominance over this world. Nothing could set me back or overpower the tumult. My life is all about turbulence, riot, money, dominance, a secretive underground world of power and hidden tormenting secrets. I married her.

I cradled my stomach sobbing, praying to god, she spoke the truth after everything I endured. "Still not interested in destiny? It's the reason why your child is saved" "Stay away from me" "Ah my child, if only things were that simple. But we are all subjects of destiny's choosing. There's no escaping it" "Well I will fight with everything I've got before kneeling at it's will or whim" I bit out, internally broken my the constant conflicts that we've faced. "Those who never learn from their mistakes are doomed to repeat it" She reaches forth her hand to the very wall through which Grayson and Shirley had disappeared through, the dark swirls forming against the smooth surface, both men fallin

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Take, for instance, landing on Vic’s doorstep that fateful day when I become the detail for Trinity Stone. At the time, I had no idea that it was where I was supposed to be, with whom I am meant to be, doing what I should be doing...falling in love.