All Chapters of Destined Journey: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The night had fallen into an eerie silence, enveloping John in an otherworldly tranquillity deep within the heart of the forest. Once more, he was thrust into a situation that had frequently left him with the discomfiting sensation of being an outcast, branded by a peculiar and unfathomable capability. This peculiar gift, which set him apart from the rest, was his astonishing ability to see with crystal clarity in the midst of darkness—a trait that transcended the boundaries of human ordinarity. Now, coupled with his newfound, almost unnaturally swift healing, John couldn't escape the harsh contemplation of just how much of an anomaly he might truly be. The question continuously danced through his mind: what in the world was happening to him?Alongside this, let's dub it a "gift" for now, was the steady company of a voice, a perpetual murmur in the depths of his consciousness over the course of the past week.This was the very same voice that had asked him to abandon his troubled exi

Darius led John through the dense vegetation with effortless grace, moving as if he and the forest were old friends. Each step he took blended seamlessly with the natural world, as if he shared an unspoken connection with it. John watched in awe, amazed at how naturally Darius navigated the woods, as if he belonged there, moving in harmony with the forest's whispers and rustling leaves. The towering trees seemed to sway in acknowledgment, creating a harmonious symphony that echoed their journey. As they ventured deeper, the forest revealed its hidden wonders. Darius occasionally pointed out tracks and signs of various animals that only a keen eye could discern. The air carried the sweet scent of pine, and the ground beneath their feet felt alive with the energy of woodland creatures. The sun cast playful patterns through the dense canopy, creating a captivating interplay of light and shadow. John marvelled at the richness of this hidden world, where supernatural beings coexisted with

John's eyes were down, deep in contemplation as he walked towards the group. The sensation of eyes on him compelled him to look up. Once again, he was met with an unfriendly, hard stare. Icy blue eyes were locked onto him, conveying a message that seemed to say, "Don't you dare come any closer," sending a chill down his spine.John's steps faltered, and he swore he saw the corner of her mouth quirk up in an evil smirk. He stood there, dazed until a movement caught the corner of John’s eye, and he noticed Prius calling him over. In stark contrast to the woman, Prius' eyes on him were warm and welcoming. John's gaze shifted to the burly man standing next to the Beta; he had long straight hair that, in the sunlight, resembled the color of honey. His dark brown skin was a stark contrast to his hair. The inquisitive stare he was giving John held a penetrating intensity, as if he were on the verge of unraveling some profound mystery.John's lynx perked up, and it was as if he was staring at

John's lynx moved gracefully through the dense forest, its sleek body blending seamlessly with the shadows. The setting sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow on its fur. Its emerald green eyes, like shining jewels , scanned the campsite and the surrounding area. The lynx's ears twitched, catching the faintest rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Its senses were keen, a guardian in the wilderness. They slow down to a stop as they reach their abandoned campsite."The lynx's gentle murmur echoed in John's thoughts, 'They've been here indeed, but they've long gone.' John contemplated, 'How can you be so certain of their departure?' The response was swift, 'I'll provide clarity soon, but you must comprehend that as you come of age at 18 and gain your full shifter abilities, you'll become adept at sensing their presence and distinguishing shifters from ordinary humans and animals, thanks to your heightened sense of smell.' The lynx added, 'Surely, you've alrea

John felt his strength waning, and his hope dwindled even more when suddenly, the familiar echo rang in his head. "You're back!" he exclaimed to his lynx, relief coursing through him. "I was never really gone, John. I would never do that to you. We are one," his lynx comforted him."I had to go and refocus my energy so that we can still shift!" the lynx explained. "These fools don't even realize we don't smell like them," the lynx chuckled in John's mind. Amusement colored his voice as John questioned the connection between his ability to shift and the oblivious wolves.His lynx sighed mentally, "I wish I had time to explain it all, but let's focus on this for now.""Those wolves tried to knock you down with wolfsbane, but it's a dud on me; nightshade is the real troublemaker," his lynx spilled the beans. John, interest piqued, couldn't wrap his mind around wolfbane and nightshade. Were those actual herbs? Plants? Flowers? Or was his lynx just making up names? His lynx huffed in frust