Divergent Fanfic Novels & Stories

She adamantly stomped as Levused his finger to slide away his teardrop. He took out his phone and exchanged two million dollars with her when she only asked for one million. CLINK! She quickly transferred 10 million dollars to Leonid's account number, which she noted on the contract paper. CLINK! Leonid checked his phone, smiled satisfyingly, and handed her pen willingly as Lev frowned at him. She signed the divorce paper and tapped the pen on the table, as she wanted to distinguish how much she disliked him right now. Lev sighed, unseated, and inserted his hands in his pants pocket handsomely. He proposed, "You don't need to stay outside; come with me."

The first Alpha was gone. But the power remained. And now… It was his. A slow, satisfied smile curled his lips. This wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning. --- Diva’s POV The nightmare came that night. I was standing in a field of nothingness. The sky above me was black and red, swirling like smoke. The ground cracked beneath my feet, pulsing with veins of light. And in the distance—he waited. Not Ronan. Not the first Alpha. Something else.

"How could you do this to me with my best friend?" Damon's face hardens, and he stands up, pulling on his clothes. "Explaining the situation won't make a difference. You might as well just see it as us getting a divorce." "A divorce? I thought you loved me. You said you loved me, but you have been using me all this while. How could you?" "Love you? There is no point in pretending, I never loved you Selene," he says coldly. "You never meant anything to me."

Jodie Today, I, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, am divorcing my fated mate—the man the Moon Goddess chose for me. The bond still burns under my skin, but he’s made his choice. And it isn’t me. It’s my sister. I sign my name on the divorce papers, my chest aching as the pen lifts from the page. The moment it’s done, a wave of nausea punches through me. I clap a hand over my mouth, but it's too late. Blood spills past my fingers, splattering across the freshly signed documents.

Printed across the top in bold, ugly letters are data tags meant to trend on the mobile feeds. Blue-Claw’s Discarded Luna. The Promiscuous Future Alpha Bride. Greedy Omega. My eyes skim the raw text beneath the headers. The descriptions are foul. They call Penelope a golden-digger. They claim she spent her nights crawling into the beds of neighboring Alphas while I was away at the northern borders. They say she only took my hand to drain the Blue-Claw treasury dry, and that she stole the sacred Moonrock pendant out of the family vault before the divorce papers even hit the desk.

Sighing, I open it and pull out a blueprint, slowly unfolding it on my table, almost covering the surface entirely. On top of the blueprints are printed characters that read, “Warrior Academy”. My fingers tap on the table like I am playing a piano as Lillian’s face earlier flashed before my eyes. I can’t believe that Lillian has the guts to ask me for a divorce. A sneer left my lips as I was reminded that, according to her, she’s not even asking me. She’s informed me. INFORMING ME! After everything she has done to me, from orchestrating that fake mate bond and all her lies, I forgive her and yet here she is throwing a tantrum over a blood transfusion.

"Althea—" "Watch me," I muttered, and then I began. The words swirling out from somewhere deep within me, a place that had been building for five years with swallowed pride and quiet endurance. A place that endured a miscarriage on a cold floor and a marriage that was an utter lie from the very first day. “I, Althea Silverveil, reject you, Nolan Darkmoon, as my mate, my Alpha, and my bond.” I declared strongly. “No!” Nolan bellowed, staggering backward in shock.

she snapped, shooting to her feet. “Why are you upset again?” Alaric said evenly. His words only made her fingers curl tight. How audacious of him to think she could calm down. His mother and Teresa degraded her at every chance and sought to claim her life, yet all Alaric ever reduced it to was jealousy. “If you keep pestering me with such nonsense and refuse to sign the divorce papers, then I’ll be forced to take matters into my own hands.” Each word was ground out through clenched teeth.

The moment I moved away, Lucian’s men rushed forward and helped him stand. Darius struggled at first, but once he was supported, the arrogance returned to his face. “Do you actually think this changes anything?” he said, wiping blood from his mouth. His eyes narrowed at me. “You are still the woman Lucian never wanted.” My expression hardened. “You should be grateful you are still alive.” Darius laughed. “You will regret this. I will kill you one day.” The anger inside me rose again. I stepped forward before anyone could react and punched him.

He choked on the smoke, bent slightly as he coughed. When he straightened up, his voice was controlled again. "You actually want to divorce me." "Yes." He was quiet for a moment, processing. Then, flatly: "Why." I took out my phone and opened Noemi's secondary social media account, the one she hadn't shared with anyone at the club, just friends. I'd found it after I woke up inside this story. I scrolled through the photos without a word. All of them were of her and Renato.