Diablo 4 Plot Novels & Stories

"A million times over. So what's new, Damian?" An hour later, I was on the road with damp, just-washed hair, my toy bag in the trunk, and my heart thumping a heavier beat than my drum kit had earlier. Damian promised he would persuade Machala to accept a strange man coming to her home. And I would add some extra emphasis with my special wood so it never happened again. Fuck me, she was crazy. Even with Damian's assurance, she had too much to lose, and then there was the danger factor. Plaid.

Fabian held up the light, and I saw what they depicted. Scenes of war. Humans fighting creatures with fangs, claws, and wings. Battles that looked like they’d been pulled from nightmares. “The Crusades,” Fabian said quietly. He moved closer to the murals, studying them with an expression I’d never seen before. Something between grief and rage. “This is where it all began.” “I don’t understand.” “Sit.” He gestured to a stone bench carved into the wall. “We’re not getting out of here quickly anyway. You should know the truth about Lenore. About how we ended up like this.”

Has he been playing me all along, just so I up their benefits? Someone's at the door. This must be the news I have been waiting for. Tell me Lucinda is dead. That is the only news I want right now. I fidget in my position as I watch the guy kneel with a disturbed look. It can't be bad news, right? “Don Zealot, number four has fallen. The Caprios laid an ambush for us, and everyone is gone. I only managed to escape because…” What is this person saying? Who is number four? What ambush?

Eren understood what the prime four did, and it was witty indeed, they wanted to keep the power in their own hands but they had to share it, and therefore, divided it between the twenty second generation Gods so the later remain too weak on their own yet too few together to revolt against them! The prime four, who were no longer four but three, were greedy cunts! Eren thought. The second fact that shocked him, was the reason he always craved to know, the answer to the question of all demons about the human betrayal. It was because of love! Edard Yoren the first started a war because he wanted to protect the woman he loved.

Yet, even in their vulnerability, I had seen a glimmer of strength, a spark that would eventually ignite into a fierce and unyielding flame. I had known, even then, that these men would go on to live happy lives, choosing their own mates and forging unbreakable bonds that would last an eternity. My original intention had been to empower the four High Priests, leveraging their unique bond and formidable powers to bring an end to the devastating faction wars that had long ravaged the Underworld.

There's a crowd around us, everyone from the party, plus my dad, Alpha Eligor and lots of his warriors all checking the scene. Abaddon is sitting up, Gene and Levi by his side, supporting him so he doesn't fall, he's staring at me but his usual mask is in place, so I can't tell what he's thinking. "What happened?" Alpha Eligor asks, looking at Abaddon, his top lip curled in a sneer as he sees the state of him. "Alpha… I…" He starts but I can see he's unsure what to say. "It's my fault, Alpha." I say, dropping my head in submission and hoping the punishment isn't too severe. "I didn't want to be at the party anymore, so I left. The rogues came out of nowhere, they wanted to do things…"

“I am sorry, love. I shouldn’t be bothering you with all this crap. I’m just a bit tense. Elders council is on the edge. They want answers. And to be fair, I want them too. I just don’t get it. How did three non-deities and one demigod manage to destroy four levels of hell with minimal losses on their end? We have never had so much loss on our land. Our army is decimated. Some refugees and survivors surrendered and joined them in rebellion, while others swarmed to the remaining unconquered subrealms of Wengarthria. Four subrealms are shattered beyond recognition, and their high-ranked commanders are executed. And it looks like they are breaking through Sanguineabyss now. We had a couple of u

Diana asked worriedly, closing her palms to contain the power trying to break out. "You must try, because this is only the beginning." Freya looked to the distance, her eyes filled with dread. "Enemies will arise, and they will try to destroy you." "They will have to go through us." A deep voice spoke behind them. Diana turned and her gaze connected with three handsome men. Alden, Asher and Axel. Her mates. And she suddenly remembered everything. ... Back at Ashidore, time unfroze. The manticores succeeded in defeating the three feral beasts. They lay motionless in the middle of the kingdom.

"But the Lords of the South have just seen your light. And they are coming to collect the Debt of the Four Continents." I looked at the Eleven Sovereigns, then at my children, then at my mate. I gripped the wooden key, which was now a blossoming branch of the World-Tree. "Let them come," I said, my voice shaking the very foundation of the hundredth layer. "We’ve got four hundred more chapters to teach them how to Bleed." Darlene raised the branch to the new sky, and as the first sun of the second century rose, the entire North let out a roar that could be heard across the infinite cycles, proving once and for all that the Scorned were no longer alone.

When Fabian's thoughts start to get jumbled, he lets out a roar. Chase's faint protestation of "what he says is true, Fabian," was met with silence. His ability to heal is mending his wounds, gradually. The fact that he could move his left leg caught my eye. After staring at me for a while, it continued: "There should be four gods ruling Tribus: Strike, Ultra, Blue Dane, and S—." Stop wasting my time, Chase. A woman's voice suddenly cut in, distracting Chase. The jangling of weapons follows as an assault is readied. Isabel is the one who acts as though the secret is a matter of life and death and must be kept hidden.