War Of Destiny Novels & Stories

“The bridge is calling me. In a few hours… I’ll have to make the choice. Unity with his bloodline… or war.” Damien knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever you choose, we stand with you. This is our family. Our legacy.” As the enemy forces closed in and the base defenses strained, one final message appeared on the emergency screen: “Four hours until breach. The rival bloodline is coming for its rightful heir. Choose wisely, Voss.” The war between bloodlines had truly begun.

Not resolved. The pack erupts into whispers once more, confusion and excitement tangling together. Morrigan’s lips curve into a faint, satisfied smile. Ronan turns away. Just like that. The mark on my wrist throbs once, painfully, as if protesting his retreat. I curl my fingers around it, breathing through the ache as the weight of the moment settles over me. The test has proven one thing beyond doubt. My destiny is real. And so is the war; it’s about to start.

“Excellent.” He turned toward the shadows. “The Flame now carries darkness within her. When the time comes, it will either destroy her… or make her unstoppable.” He raised his goblet in silent triumph. “Prepare the armies. The age of war has begun.” Thunder rumbled across the horizon. And beneath the rising moon, destiny sharpened its blade.

The battle raged on for twenty four years and became known as THE FIRST DIVINE WAR, the church seemed to be winning has the chosen gained massive exploits whilst defeating the demon horde that had come to destroy humanity. In the twenty fifth year of THE DIVINE WAR, the six demon princes of hell saw that they were losing the war against humanity and then decided to destroy those that were causing their inherent loss, they targeted the best of the chosen and killed them off, eventually winning the war and defeating the church in the process after which they headed off to wage war in the heavens.

I took my pen and crossed out all I had listed except for one. "Take this and produce copies to be handed to all packs so the Council Elders will take notice. Tonight we start our onslaught at Port Angeles, territory of the Howling Wolf Pack. Take all their women, human or wolf, kill all the men, pillage as you see fit, and burn everything down to the ground." Lilith takes a look at what I had written down and she smiled in approval. I WILL WAGE WAR UNTIL YOU SUBMIT TO MY DEMANDS.

It’s like everything that happened had to happen for them to meet. She had to have been drunk enough to fall asleep and get ill the next day. Forming friendship with her one-night stand and getting pregnant over that. it was destiny for her. Destined for her. I agree to disagree but who cares? Well, well, well, let’s leave here, we still have work to complete. “Amy, look at this one.” I looked at Sophia’s choice and it was really pretty. A simple band with seven small diamonds shaped in wind flow looking insanely good while the matching male one had a single diamond with three diamonds on each side.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

he whispered. A dark day it was for Russe, the Alpha of the Teros Pack, with the pack members murmuring and whispering twisted rumours around town about him. At the training ground, all the young werewolves gathered for their first training after weeks of postponement due to the Alpha’s ‘now ruined’ wedding to his mate Adelia. “Pssttt!! Hey, have you guys heard the recent news?!” A redheaded youngster gossiped. Her little question piqued the other werewolves curiosity and they all shuffled closer to her, leaning down with much enthusiasm.

Said Aaron coming out of his shock. "They're facing Henry Ashton this time who expended this empire which he desires to rule. He must fight this battle which he is going to loose anyway." Grandpa said with determination. I could imagine the war coming sonner than we expected.

The next morning, which was calculated by Abi to be the fourth day to the upcoming war with the King Cyrus. Obviously, it was only three days left to begin the war. Abigail was starting to wonder at what great lengths Zeres would go in order to retrieve his stolen throne. Zeres was a man who do not go back on his word. He felt that a man who isn't able to keep to his promises is no man but a weakling. So, if indeed this war tirades into and unending apocalypse, what would be the main goal when everything would be destroyed to the ash while fighting? Including her to the war also didn't make sense well, unless Zeres had seen her true potentials and what she was capable of.